[Krouse is handled as easily as a ragdoll. even under the spell of ketamine (or something like it, he isn't entirely sure if it's the exact same, but it does the trick) people have a varied sense of control. he hadn't given him so much that he couldn't function, just enough to coax specific words from his mouth and the creature from his hands. no, his slump has to be related to his past.
he tables it. he needs to make this experience gift-wrapped, tie it up nicely. he shushes Krouse gently with little tuts as one would a child. placating, maybe even comforting.]
Just breathe. You're not yourself.
[with no thanks to him. he keeps one hand on the boy's upper arm, avoiding any (known) injuries. Hannibal wouldn't let him fall. he leads him to the guest bathroom slowly, a firm grip on Krouse as he turns the sink on to fill with warm water and plugs the drain. he doesn't trust him to stand on his own.]
Don't look in the mirror, it may be too disorienting for you.
[a half-truth. he knows that just by saying that Krouse might look anyway.]
no subject
he tables it. he needs to make this experience gift-wrapped, tie it up nicely. he shushes Krouse gently with little tuts as one would a child. placating, maybe even comforting.]
Just breathe. You're not yourself.
[with no thanks to him. he keeps one hand on the boy's upper arm, avoiding any (known) injuries. Hannibal wouldn't let him fall. he leads him to the guest bathroom slowly, a firm grip on Krouse as he turns the sink on to fill with warm water and plugs the drain. he doesn't trust him to stand on his own.]
Don't look in the mirror, it may be too disorienting for you.
[a half-truth. he knows that just by saying that Krouse might look anyway.]