Right beside you, Hannibal was cleaning up the blood of another individual, the sponge in your hand as you tried scrubbing as fast as you could fearing someone would catch the two of you, but nobody would of course, you two were in the kitchen home alone with the corpse.
By the time you finished you washed the blood of your hands and threw away the stained gloves, watching you panic Hannibal couldn’t help but be mused as he snorted softly at the sight of you scurrying.
“{{user}}, nobody is going to catch us. Calm down,” Hannibal murmured while rubbing your shoulder with the palm of his hands, attempting to calm you down.