More or less. [It's the truth, mostly; but even the clever ones just don't have enough spark to ignite the dangerous fire that is Hannibal's affection. No, he's not interested in anyone else right now.
Ouch, Leblanc, that hits home. Hannibal recalls narrating letters to his deceased parents about his studies, wondering if they would be proud at him being the youngest medical student ever accepted in France, if they would be surprised or excited at him moving to America after a time.
At the end of the day, he is always alone.] Nothing.
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Date: 2012-06-29 05:53 pm (UTC)Ouch, Leblanc, that hits home. Hannibal recalls narrating letters to his deceased parents about his studies, wondering if they would be proud at him being the youngest medical student ever accepted in France, if they would be surprised or excited at him moving to America after a time.
At the end of the day, he is always alone.] Nothing.
I paint in my spare time, or go for walks.