Dr Hannibal Lecter

//Thank you,// Jono replied, watching Hannibal leave the room. He appreciated the breather, so to speak. A moment alone to gather his thoughts wouldn't go amiss, especially since this was hardly the only thing on his mind. The cat, at least, seemed to finally be getting to a point where he was more relaxed than Jono was, which was a pretty good sign, he supposed. After all, the cat really only had to worry about the wealth of new smells. Jono, meanwhile, was battling with his conscience, and no small amount of paranoia, and a whole lot of something big and terrifying besides.

... Jono was not having a simple time of things. Water? Still wet.