Hannibal’s shirt is taking a brief stop with me before it heads on to @the-winnowing-wind and she wanted me to make sure it wasn’t lonely so it’s visiting with Will’s sweater. They’re getting along well.
CAN THEY HEAR MY HIGH PITCHED SCREAMING FROM MARS?!?!!???
Imagine the shirts in a dark closet and…then, them falling into a washer and tumbling around, like after the fall off the cliffs, as Love Crime plays while they twine around each other.
Will saying “We can never be together. You are linen, I am wool. Wash dark colors separately.” and “I don’t want to cold cycle with you anymore.” To which Hannibal replies, “then I will sit in this laundry basket, so that you will always know exactly where I am and where you can always fold me.”
After the final wash a red stained Will declares, “I’ve changed, but maybe that’s just fine.”
Hannibal just wrapping around him, “You changed me too. Look at me. I’m covered in lint.”
"Technically, you killed him." 