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He Knows

Hannibal knows.

I'm sure he knows. He keeps looking in the rear view mirror. In a van with blacked out rear windows? Right. He knows.

He's watching me watching Face. Guarding the one I love against whatever's coming for him tonight. Not from outside. From inside.

I've done this so often that I can spot the nightmares when they're still on approach now. Just from the way his eyelids flicker, his mouth quirks or his fingers twitch. Those tiny movements betraying what's coming. Sometimes, if I'm quick, I can head it off.

"Face sleeping okay, Murdock?"

Oh yeah. He knows.

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