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Sinric comes through the door dancing and laughing, all joyous flirtation and golden charm.

Until the door closes behind him. The mask drops away and he leans heavily against it with a sigh.

Sinric drags himself tiredly to the couches, meaning to rest for just a moment before he goes upstairs to wash and sleep properly. But the couch is so very comfortable...

Find him dozing by the fire.

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"Testing them would mean that you'd have to take them," Hannibal says, "and then we would waste the memory of some perfectly good sex to the haze of the Rophypnol."

Sinric smiles softly and reaches up to stroke Hannibal's cheek again. "Then I shall trust you to tell me how much I need, should I need."

"I will," Hannibal promises. "It shouldn't be much, at that."

He kisses his thanks and settles again, finishing off the chai. Hannibal is so reassuringly warm and solid. It's so easy for him to just close his eyes for a moment.

The cup starts to slip from his hand.

Smoothly and quietly, Hannibal catches it and puts it aside.

Sinric mumbles something and rolls onto his side, cuddling close in Hannibal's lap.

Hannibal seems content to just stay sitting there, slowly running his fingers through the golden hair.

Sinric dozes, warm and trusting as child under the touch. For all his twenty five years, his size and the relaxation of sleep makes him look much younger.

He murmurs in his sleep, slipping into the layer where dreams wait. Fortunate pleasant ones, here in the warmth of Hannibal's touch and the safety of the bar.

Hannibal will still be there when he wakes up.

He doesn't nap for long, waking with a soft yawn and fluttering lashes. "Oh dear. Forgive me, my dear friend. I didn't mean to fall asleep on you so."

Hannibal chuckles.

"I don't mind," he says. "You needed it and you are very sweet to look at when you sleep. I should draw it."

"I would be glad to model for you." He smiles sleepily. "As long as you don't mind if I snore."

He takes a slow deep breath, "I should go up to my room and get some proper rest."

Hannibal leans over to kiss him warmly.

"Find me tomorrow?"

Sinric sighs into the kiss, his tongue teasing the bow of Hannibal's lips. "Very gladly."

"I am looking forward to it," Hannibal says. "Now go, find your bed and your Vikings."

"I don't even know if they're here." He pulls himself up, stealing another kiss. "When I'm clean and rested, I'll seek you out. I have much to describe to you."

"I wil,be about," Hannibal says, "and offering breakfast."

Sinric laughs warmly and leans in to steal a lingering kiss. "Till morning, my dear Hannibal."

He turns back at the base of the stairs to smile again before heading for his room.

Hannibal smiles at him until he is gone.-

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