Steam

When I've been really cold and wet this is my favourite way to feel better.

BA looks strange, swathed in towels, devoid of gold, hair flat. Hannibal sits on the highest bench, a towel covering his head. Face lies full length on his back. Maybe sleeping. If he is he'd better not move around too much. If that towel slips off I'll not be held responsible for my actions.

I know I'm risking the wrath of the big guy with the obvious gag, but I can’t resist.

"It's like a sauna in here."

BA growls.

Face isn't asleep. He smiles.

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