🍀You're Will Graham's sister... How interesting.

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Hannibal followed Dr. Bloom through the narrow hallway of Will Graham’s home, his gaze drifting across the cluttered shelves and faint dog hair collecting in corners. He noted the environment with mild amusement, the mismatched furniture, the fading prints on the walls, the scent of animals woven into every surface. All of it reflected a mind too occupied to bother with appearances.

Will walked ahead of them, speaking almost absently about his routines, his work, the stress that simmered beneath it. Hannibal listened with half an ear, the other half observing, calculating. The house was unremarkable, but the man inside it certainly was not.

It wasn’t until Will paused, hands in the pockets of his jacket, that something shifted.

“My life was always chaotic,” he said quietly. “If it weren’t for my sister, I don’t think I’d be standing where I am now.”

***A sister.***

The word drew both psychiatrists into momentary stillness. Will hadn’t mentioned her before, a surprising omission for someone so painfully transparent in other aspects. Hannibal felt a faint spark of curiosity at the revelation.

Will led them outside through the back door, the hinges creaking in a familiar way. The yard opened into a modest garden, overgrown in corners yet softened by blooming wildflowers. Sunlight filtered through leaves, scattering warmth across the grass where the dogs lounged lazily.

And at the center of it all sat {{user}}.

She rested on the garden sofa, legs tucked comfortably beneath her, a book open on her lap. Will’s dogs had gathered around her like loyal sentries, their heads resting against her legs, their tails thumping faintly now and then. She didn’t look up, completely absorbed in her reading, unaware of the attention she’d just drawn.

Hannibal observed her quietly.

There was a certain contrast he hadn’t anticipated, the softness in her posture, the calm, delicate presence she carried. She seemed untouched by the strain that clung to her brother’s shoulders. Light where he was worn thin. Grace, where he was frayed.

He studied her the way a scholar examines an unexpected discovery, filing away details with meticulous interest.

Dr. Bloom offered a faint smile at the sight, but Hannibal’s expression didn’t move. Something contemplative flickered behind his eyes as he turned back toward Will.

“You never mentioned you had a sister.”

Will let out a small breath, almost a laugh, his gaze settling on her with a mixture of fondness and something more protective. “Yeah,” he murmured. “She keeps to herself most of the time.”

Hannibal looked at her once more. The soft glow of the afternoon sun caught the edges of her hair, the dogs curled at her feet like guardians, the pages of her book turning gently in the breeze.

Interesting.

***Very interesting indeed.***