[he continues to act as a guide, gently pressing Krouse's hand into the warm water. it's baptismal in a way; how professional Hannibal handles him, how he works and tends around the scrapes and cuts. gentle, but with an air of righteousness. slow, pointed glances into the mirror to catch Krouse's expression: his downcast eyes, his tear-stained cheeks.
words follow Krouse's broken apology as though he knew what he was going to say. he trails off the end of his words to continue,]
Who are you apologizing to right now?
[still he uses the mirror to look at him -- it's how he gets the full view.]
no subject
words follow Krouse's broken apology as though he knew what he was going to say. he trails off the end of his words to continue,]
Who are you apologizing to right now?
[still he uses the mirror to look at him -- it's how he gets the full view.]