[ he doesn’t know quite what he expected when coming back into hannibal’s home — lack of gun and queer eye makeover aside. but he never knew quite what to expect out of hannibal. not completely. not in the same way he could easily pinpoint anyone else’s psyche.
it didn’t feel like a conversation — much less therapy — than it did the beginning of a long and perilous chess game. slowly sliding a piece onto the board. it wasn’t as easy as putting himself out there like “uhhhhh i’d like to talk about how you gaslit me, framed me, murdered our daughter, etc???” ]
I’d say we should catch up, but I don’t think there’s much that you’ve missed.
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it didn’t feel like a conversation — much less therapy — than it did the beginning of a long and perilous chess game. slowly sliding a piece onto the board. it wasn’t as easy as putting himself out there like “uhhhhh i’d like to talk about how you gaslit me, framed me, murdered our daughter, etc???” ]
I’d say we should catch up, but I don’t think there’s much that you’ve missed.
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b u t he has all this anger and hurt with nowhere else for it to go. besides therapy. "therapy." ]
My point of view of slowly realizing all the ways you tried to mold and manipulate that point of view?