[Four o'clock, Brian hadn't forgotten. After giving a half-hearted excuse to Jack — his younger sister needs some help moving furniture — he scurried out of the Bureau toward Dr. Lecter's office.
He straightens out the front of his pullover while standing out in the little waiting room. Idly, he begins to wonder if he should've tried to dress up, as Hannibal himself is often so well-dressed and just by looking around he's got expensive taste. Or so it looks anyway. Brian never cared all that much about home furnishings. His place in Baltimore is a true bachelor pad, complete with an over-sized leather couch and big screen TV, those are the only furnishings that really matter.
Ah well, it's not like this date, who would ever try dressing up for their therapist anyway? Brian chuckles a bit as he humors himself with the idea. Maybe he'd care a little more if he was meeting a lady psychiatrist today. Or would a little flirting that be breaking some ethical code? Well, he's done much worse than that, unfortunately. He's already sworn off tabloid journalists for the rest of his life.
He doesn't need to be dropping anymore sensitive information, especially not when it has to do with the last moment that he spent with Beverly Katz.
When Dr. Lecter finally finds him in the lobby, he turns and offers a tiny smile to the man.]
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He straightens out the front of his pullover while standing out in the little waiting room. Idly, he begins to wonder if he should've tried to dress up, as Hannibal himself is often so well-dressed and just by looking around he's got expensive taste. Or so it looks anyway. Brian never cared all that much about home furnishings. His place in Baltimore is a true bachelor pad, complete with an over-sized leather couch and big screen TV, those are the only furnishings that really matter.
Ah well, it's not like this date, who would ever try dressing up for their therapist anyway? Brian chuckles a bit as he humors himself with the idea. Maybe he'd care a little more if he was meeting a lady psychiatrist today. Or would a little flirting that be breaking some ethical code? Well, he's done much worse than that, unfortunately. He's already sworn off tabloid journalists for the rest of his life.
He doesn't need to be dropping anymore sensitive information, especially not when it has to do with the last moment that he spent with Beverly Katz.
When Dr. Lecter finally finds him in the lobby, he turns and offers a tiny smile to the man.]
Dr. Lecter.