A pensive line forms between her brows. Without hesitation, she kisses his forehead when he leans against her.

Dr. Lecter has been explaining 'triggers' to her, and she can't help but wonder as he speaks

Dunno why

if it's not in some way her fault. Her troubles getting the better of him, setting him off, making them weak.

She wraps her arms around his waist, tilting her head down to try and catch his eyes.

"Hey. S'all right."

She cradles his cheek, thumb tracing the lines around his eyes.

"Don't hide yourself from me. S'okay. S'okay. I know what that feels like. Y'don't hafta be ashamed."