He blinks away, to the eggs Hannibal has set out. It's something he hears first, a sizzling hum and soft crackling, faded at the edges like background static. Before a warm spread of sunlight, cutting though the dark motel room, catching on bits of dust, and then the smell, the kitchen's last meal still heavy in it.
The silence stretches longer than Graham may have meant it to.
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He blinks away, to the eggs Hannibal has set out. It's something he hears first, a sizzling hum and soft crackling, faded at the edges like background static. Before a warm spread of sunlight, cutting though the dark motel room, catching on bits of dust, and then the smell, the kitchen's last meal still heavy in it.
The silence stretches longer than Graham may have meant it to.