After an odd weekend, particularly one that had the potential for bringing up awkwardness, Hannibal was hopeful he might get more than his usual NPC patients. Not that anybody here seemed to believe that they needed therapy, but you never knew when somebody might see reason.

So, he was here, in his office, the sign on the gate announcing that he was seeing walk-in patients and that the squirrels would be suitably bribed.

Fandom Counseling was open!