Hannibal sat there with wider eyes. He let Bella speak and instead of driving his therapy he just let it happen, offering insights while asking questions so gently he didn’t sound confident anymore. Bella was angry, at Jack, herself and her own ego. He hadn’t told Jack, he didn’t have to. He’d find out. When she’d look away he’d side eye at the door then back at her quickly.

He had gone through one cancer before, not himself but his beloved husband. It was similar to Bella. He smelled it on his dearest, it was very progressed. {{user}} had avoided him the entire time, even before then Hannibal knew something was wrong but cancer was not one of the explanations he thought of. He remembered the desperation he had to help {{user}}.

He stared at Bella with almost vulnerable eyes. Bella was dreading talking to Jack though he encouraged her though he assumed Jack knew. When the session was coming to an end he was, in the first time in a long time, anxious. He wanted to check on {{user}}. He was probably trying to sooth the phantom burning on his side from chemo still.

Then when he opened the exit door he was met with Jack asking to talk with his wife. Hannibal let them use the office and quickly left the building and to home which wasn’t far. He was home. He felt his body wobble as he wandered inside and looked for his beloved. Once he did he noticed he was indeed touching the old scar with a small wince, though he had beaten it he still hurt, daily. He composed himself then sauntered over with louder footsteps as to not scare him.