[She feels bad, making him insecure. He can't help it, any more than she can help her nightmares or the time she loses. The fact that they understand each other perfectly most of the time makes it more difficult to seamlessly move into those moments when they pass each other like ships in the night.]
[With another quick glance up to him, she nods, quickly and sharply.]
Hannibal was that, after my dad. And Will. And . . . Alana, kind of, I never . . .
[She never shared secrets with Alana. But then, she never shared secrets with her mother, either. Not the big ones, the deadly ones, like she shared with her dad.]
[She wiggles the bear's little arms, feeling wretched.]
[ Spam ]
[With another quick glance up to him, she nods, quickly and sharply.]
Hannibal was that, after my dad. And Will. And . . . Alana, kind of, I never . . .
[She never shared secrets with Alana. But then, she never shared secrets with her mother, either. Not the big ones, the deadly ones, like she shared with her dad.]
[She wiggles the bear's little arms, feeling wretched.]
Is that weird? Is it crazy?