Hannibal's office in Baltimore, Sunday afternoon

[sharp_as_knives]

This weekend Hannibal was himself (so far as he was aware), male, and wearing whichever clothes he felt like. He was wondering if he should keep an extra eye out - this could have been any day in Baltimore before he'd gone to teach at Fandom. Unless you counted the fact his patient was a werewolf, but he wasn't ruling that out any other time anymore, either; it seemed safest.

Meanwhile he sat in his office waiting for Derek.



[OOC: Open to the grumpy werewolf and phone calls or e-mail, NFB for therapy!]

Comments

[sharp_as_knives]

"I suppose you could make an effort to be more noticeable, but I suspect that is a minor issue." Hannibal shook his head. "Is there any other area in which you feel you haven't recognized your crossing lines?"

[justlurkinghere]

"After prom, Stiles came over and..." Derek shrugged. "We kissed."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Fairly usual for a couple who is dating, or so I'm told," Hannibal answered. "Where did you cross a line? How did you find out?"

[justlurkinghere]

"I stopped us at the couch," Derek said, still looking guilty it happened.

[sharp_as_knives]

"So you stopped yourself before you went further than you had agreed to. It sounds to me as if both your recognition and your control were working as they should."

If you felt guilty about everything you almost did, Derek...