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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[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.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal tucked the end of the bandages in and let Jono lean on him to lever himself down. "I have to clean up, but I'll be back if you like." He could read as easily here as on the couch, after all.

[furnaceface]

Jono settled himself in as best as he could, sort of curled up on one side and hoping that was going to work out for him for a while, and nodded.

//Wouldn't mind the company,// he admitted. //From somebody who isn't likely to trap me here by sitting on my feet, and all.//

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled. "I promise not to sit on your feet."

He stepped out and went back to the studio to clean up after the surgery.