[ It's a joke. A sick joke that strikes at his friendships, his loyalties -- his affection for a woman he can't have, a colleague and friend, and make a mockery of what he's dedicated his life to in helping others. ]
[ Hannibal shames everything Bruce does, everything Bruce has ever wanted to do with his hands and his intellect. He smears with his cannibal filth and calls it art. ]
[ His eyes blaze green, even if his face remains placid and calm. ]
You need to leave.
[ His heartrate spikes, pupils constrict. He takes a breath, working for mastery again. Don't let him goad you. Don't let him. Tony whines, and rubs against Bruce's legs. ]
Now.
[ His voice doesn't lift, but the stress in containing the shout he wants to give is there in a single syllable. ]
no subject
[ Hannibal shames everything Bruce does, everything Bruce has ever wanted to do with his hands and his intellect. He smears with his cannibal filth and calls it art. ]
[ His eyes blaze green, even if his face remains placid and calm. ]
You need to leave.
[ His heartrate spikes, pupils constrict. He takes a breath, working for mastery again. Don't let him goad you. Don't let him. Tony whines, and rubs against Bruce's legs. ]
Now.
[ His voice doesn't lift, but the stress in containing the shout he wants to give is there in a single syllable. ]