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"How do you even do this?" Will asked as he threw himself onto the bed, too tired to even change his clothes. His eyes opened for a few seconds. When the sky indicated that the sun would soon rise, he turned on his other side as a form of protest.
"No, no, Will," Hannibal called and gracefully patted his shoulder, "You are staining the sheets with blood, it's quite a challenge to deal with that. I'll wash you, you don't even need to be awake," he insisted as he debated whether carrying him owards the bathtub would be an option.
"I'm dead, leave me alone."
"There's no point in going to sleep. We have to go to the fish market in two hours anyway," Hannibal said as he started undressing, while one of the trains of thought in his mind debated what to cook later that day.
"I trust you enough to let you go on your own," Will replied as he grabbed the pillow on Hannibal's side of the bed and hugged it to his chest, positioning himself in fetal position.
"My pillow..." Hannibal said, "Had it been your own blood, I would have had no issue, darling. I still can't comprehend how you managed to get that much blood inside your plastic suit."
Will snored in response. Hannibal's voice had always been the best lullaby.
"I take it we are not going for a run later."