Hannibal's home (in which Jono is not having a good day), later Thursday

[sharp_as_knives]

Between his cracked ribs, wrenched leg, and bruised...everything...it took a while longer for Hannibal to get home than usual, even with Jono helping.

Well, at least they had dinner already made, thanks to Eliot. And the time spent wrapped so close to Jono did give him time to soak in Hannibal's calm, which would hopefully help. Along with the aches and pains he was feeling, unfortunately; Hannibal had considered attempting to hide them, but he rather thought Jono wouldn't thank him for that.

Luckily, there was a full bath on the lower level, since that seemed to be where Hannibal was grounded to.

He wasn't bothering to hide his amusement at being grounded, either. Even if he suspected it rather defeated the purpose.

"Am I entitled to towels after my soak?"

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[furnaceface]

//Once we're done rinsing you off, I'll give you a hand up,// Jono said with a nod. //I'm not going to just leave you to marinate in the tub forever. Not unless you give me a good reason to.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"Not the best of marinades," Hannibal said. "And it's liable to get cold soon."

[furnaceface]

//Well... then let's get that soap out of your hair and finish up before it gets to that point,// Jono replied. //Shouldn't take much longer, I should think.//

[sharp_as_knives]

"No," Hannibal agreed. He couldn't quite rinse himself very well without straining, but he could get the strands around his face at least."