Gourmet Suite at the Arms Hotel, Sunday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal woke up, stretched, and blinked. Then gave himself a moment to appreciate the lack of any particularly overwhelming emotion this morning.

He looked over at the others in bed with him whoever ended up in the cuddle pile and chuckled. Well, it had been interesting, there was no denying that.

However, he had no intention of spending another day in Jono's clothing or his own pajamas, thank you.

He got up carefully, took a shower and dressed casually but in his own clothes, and headed out to start the coffee.

He had a feeling they might be needing it.

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[trigons_child]

Raven let out a shaky breath and clung to him. She should've known he'd understand, of all people.

"I will hold you to that," she whispered. She still wasn't sure she could make herself say some of the things out loud, but she felt a little more likely to try now.

[furnaceface]

//You don't need to,// Jono promised gently. //I hold myself to it, Sunshine.//