[Hannibal absorbs the information, sitting back for a moment, licking his lips in a gesture that shows he is unsettled. After a couple moments go by, he types a response.]
I have to find Will.
[When all is said and done, that's all that matters to Hannibal.]
[House narrows his eyes at Ginger's message. He would have thought the implicit 'go away' was easy enough to read. Why did Will think this was a good idea?]
[No, she's way too oblivious for implicits. You gotta be real explicit with this one, House.]
I want to make up for what you did for me in the cells, so I want to sew you something new so I can give it to you with what you loaned me. Is there anything in particular you could use?
[Extra layers here are always good in and of themselves, but if he has anything that's falling apart more than the rest, she'd like to make sure she gives him the most bang for his buck.]
[House is a better person than he wants to believe he is. Ginger, of course, has learned better than to go right out and say she believes it.]
Those I can definitely do!
[And fortunately those are small enough items that she can get the most out of the fabric she finds. Those projects should leave her with plenty of energy to see if she can patch up the frayed ends of his blanket while she's at it!]
Are you with anyone else? It'll take a little while for us to restock on supplies since we're waiting on the decryption, but I can make some for them, too.
[That's all? Huh. Maybe Will was being a bit melodramatic...she wouldn't call him an ass, though. Clearly, it was a tense enough situation he felt the need to reach out.]
Do you think it'll work? The hypnosis, I mean.
[Seems like a safer topic than Will and attempt at caring for his friend. She remembers seeing Hannibal's post the night before, but seeing as she has other things to be worrying about, didn't look too much into it.]
no it's usually 1 to 7 days if they're gonna wake up in the near-term, though anything past that they're dead-dead or you're not seeing them for at least a month, probably
[Harley isn't sure whether to be thankful that House hasn't been hounding her all this time or to be a little disappointed that he might have lost his betting spirit with everything that's happened in the last thirty days or so. Either way, a wager is a wager. And he is one step closer to a few more pills.]
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