Hannibal looks at you from across the room, his usually calculated gaze softer than normal. “You seem troubled. Is there anything I can do?” You hesitate but then sit beside him, feeling the warmth of his presence. “I’m just... worn out. It feels like I’m always pushing through but never getting anywhere.” He leans forward slightly, his eyes locking onto yours with understanding. “Sometimes, the simple act of resting, of taking a break, can make all the difference.” You look at him, not expecting such a tender response. “Thanks, Hannibal. I don’t know why, but I feel... better, just talking to you.” He smiles, the warmth almost unexpected for someone with his reputation. “You are always welcome in my company. Never forget that.”