Hannibal's house (which he and Jono are glad to be back to), Sunday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

After the last few hectic days, Hannibal slept in (and made sure Jono did his best to do the same), then took the time to make himself a proper, involved breakfast. Grapefruit, crepes, thick-cut bacon, and his best coffee.

And strawberries. Because Jono hadn't had a wonderful weekend, either.

He was going to take his time just to enjoy everything in quiet now for a while.


[OOC: Open post! Feel free to drop by for breakfast or afterward!]

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[furnaceface]

//Bloody hell,// Jono murmured, though there was a pleased note in there all the same. //No wonder she laid you flat back there. Maybe she would've let you off easy if you hadn't cut her open so wide.//

A beat.

//That said, she probably had it coming.//

Had Jono mentioned he wasn't a big fan of the butlers? Could he emphasize that a little more?

[sharp_as_knives]

"Seeing as she was planning on killing me, yes," Hannibal agreed. He felt along that bone and set the other break, then moved to the smaller ones.

[furnaceface]

//I'm still amazed we all made it out alive, you know. Barely, granted, but... alive. It was dumb bloody luck they changed their minds. I should've at least given people a chance to turn back before I stalked through that gate.//

Should have could have...

Of course, he didn't figure most of them would have taken him up on that offer. It was one hell of a gamble, with so many students in tow.

[sharp_as_knives]

"And how many would have?" Hannibal asked. It was their decision, Jono; no guilt.

One more break...there. He started cleaning and sewing.

"It would have been good had they changed their minds a few minutes faster, granted."

[furnaceface]

//If there's ever a next time, I'll just start screaming my head off like a bloody lunatic before they even throw a punch,// Jono muttered. //It's bailed me out of a few tight spots before.//

He just had to be careful who it was he was screaming at. It wouldn't exactly be helpful if he went and scattered the brains of the people he was meant to be fighting with, or saving, would it?

[sharp_as_knives]

"Not a bad defense mechanism," Hannibal said. "And it would keep you out of reach as well."

[furnaceface]

//And as an added bonus, it's something I can do whether I'm like this, or big and blue. Not that I'm planning on ever being big and blue again. But life happens.//

Screaming was a great power to choose, okay?

//Staying out of reach is my new favourite strategy. And considering all this, maybe I'll actually remember it next time.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Please do." Hannibal was almost finished stitching now, and keeping a careful eye on Jono; screaming might be a good defense mechanism, but he'd rather not hear any just at the moment.

[furnaceface]

//Then I will,// Jono muttered, turning his head the other way so that he could get some of that cool table action going on with his other cheek. //Next time something wants to kill me, I'll scream at it.//

There. Good plan. Great plan.

He was closing his eyes tight again and just sort of half-trying to drift. The discomfort was starting to give way into a dull ache again, which he suspected wasn't going to remain quite so dull for long.

//How much more have you got t'do?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Two more stitches...there." Hannibal tied it off and gave Jono one more injection before cleaning it up. "The incision is actually fairly small, but your muscles won't be happy with any of this."

[furnaceface]

//They'll get over it,// Jono replied. //It's a step up from the state I was in before. While we're at it, would you mind taking a look at my side, just to make certain nothing's broken there, too? I don't think anything caved in quite the same way, I think it's mostly just a boot-shaped imprint and a few fractures to add to the damage that's been there for years. But a second opinion can't hurt.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal stripped off his bloody gloves and obligingly felt along the ribs in that area, then shook his head. "Perhaps tiny fractures, but it's structurally sound. Nothing to do but relax and wait."

He squeezed Jono's shoulder. "Let me bandage this, then we should probably get a clean set of leather bandages; these have seen better days."

[furnaceface]

//Thank you,// Jono replied, nodding slightly. //I didn't think it was anything quite so disastrous as what you just fixed, but figured it couldn't hurt to check.//

He wasn't in any hurry to get back up, anyway. It was kind of nice on the table, and if Hannibal needed a few more minutes for bandaging...

//Maybe after that, I'll attempt some actual sleep. Still bloody exhausted.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"I'm not surprised. It's been a long few days." Hannibal bandaged the incision and kissed the top of Jono's head. "I'll be right back. Your spares are in the closet?"

[furnaceface]

//Unless I'm out,// Jono agreed, //though I don't think I am. I'll try not to pass out right here on the table in the meantime.//

It'd be a tough call, though. He really was exhausted, and it was starting to catch up to him.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal smiled. "If you're that tired, come with me. You can sit on the bed as easily as here. And I happen to be going that way."

[furnaceface]

...

//See, this is why you're here. You've got all the good ideas, and I'd basically just go around sleeping on tables without your guidance.//

Hannibal was also here because this was actually his house, but that was a far less fun answer.

//Don't suppose I can borrow a shoulder?//

[sharp_as_knives]

"A shoulder and an arm and hand as well," Hannibal confirmed, offering Jono a hand up. "We can't have you sleeping on the table all day. You'd ache even more. And Joni would be calling for you at the door for hours."

Because cat.

[furnaceface]

Because cat.

//Little lady'll break my heart if it comes to that,// Jono replied, reaching for the offered hand and then carefully navigating his way off the table. Far easier said than done, all things considered. He wouldn't be getting up onto any tables again for quite some time. //It's bad enough when I need to buy back her love with treats after we're gone for a couple of days.//

Not that it took much, granted.

[sharp_as_knives]

"You know she will forgive you." Hannibal supported Jono around the waist, keeping his torso as still as possible. "And probably end up sleeping on your feet all day."

[furnaceface]

//... I could live with that,// Jono decided, letting Hannibal take some of his weight. He was still too stubborn to lean on him entirely, really. //There are worse fates than having warm feet for a while.//

So, so many worse fates, really.

[sharp_as_knives]

"True." They finished the short walk to the bedroom, and Hannibal lowered Jono to the bed. "Even if it also makes it difficult to move."

Jono probably wouldn't want to move much anyway.

[furnaceface]

Ah bed. Jono wasn't fond of you at the best of times, but right now he was about ready to move in and stay for a while.

//On the list of things that make it difficult to move go, Joni doesn't rank anywhere remotely near 'least desirable,'// he pointed out. //I have to say, at the very least, I'd much rather her than broken bones and all that.//

Lucky Jono, he got both! Or, at least, he probably would once Joni realized where they had gone.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal brought back a new roll of bandages and started wrapping Jono snugly.

"How is the pain?" he asked. "Will you be able to sleep?"

[furnaceface]

//It's not exactly pleasant, but I've slept through worse,// Jono replied. //Or, managed to get as much rest as I normally do, at least.//

Which was not much. At all.

//Just need to be careful about how I lay down. I'm running out of safe angles to sleep on.//