It had started off so innocently.

Hanna had been humming a song Ulysses didn't know. Softly, just loud enough to be heard. Not knowing the song, he asked Hanna bout it.

"Oh! Don't worry about that Grant! It's just a song that I like." Hanna smiled in a way Grant had never seen before. The smile wasn't fake, but it wasn't whole-hearted either. It felt like Hanna was hiding something behind his grin. "Maybe I'll show it to you someday." Grant didn't know what to make of that reaction. He filed it away for later.

Hanna started humming that song more and more. It got to the point where Tyler knew the melody and even hummed along sometimes. Whenever he joined in, Hanna would smile that unreadable smile. Sometimes, he'd laugh and mutter to himself, something about Franklin not knowing what he was humming. The zombie's brows would pull together, and he would look at Hanna, really look at him, and try to figure him out, but to no avail. Sometimes, he would feel his gut twist when Hanna smiled at him like that; it was a strange, but not entirely unpleasant, feeling. Like Hanna's smile, he filed his own reaction away for later analysis.

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Thomas had gone for a walk. He returned almost silently, expecting Hanna to be asleep. Instead, he found Hanna in their kitchen, folding a crane and singing softly.

"All I want, is to know your name and whisper it

In your ear, with your arms around my neck."

Jackson stood still, his brow creased in thought. The song had the same melody as the song Hanna was always humming. Hanna was wearing that smile, that secretive, almost sad smile. Harry cleared his throat, completely unnecessary physically, but still very important, as Andrew would have felt uncomfortable if Hanna remained unaware of his presence.

Hanna spun in his chair, his eyes wide. He relaxed a bit when he saw his partner.

"Hey Jimmy! I didn't hear you come back." A light blush just barely showed on Hanna's face; someone who didn't know Hanna the way his partner did wouldn't even have noticed. "How long... Uh, how long were you standing there?"

"I heard you singing."

"Oh."

A brief, awkward silence filled the air, almost smothering them.

"You wanna hear the song?"

They sat in the kitchen and Hanna played a song. Monroe listened carefully to every word. Hanna watched his face with something akin to nervousness, his eyes searching for the tiniest movement that would indicate what he was thinking. When the song finished, Hanna sat on the edge of his seat in silence, waiting for a reaction.

"Is this song about me?"

Hanna smiled sheepishly. "Yeah... I guess it is."

Richard didn't say anything. The implications of Hanna dedicating that song to him were heavy on his mind.

"I mean, it doesn't have to mean anything. I mean, I just would really like to know your name. Not that a name defines you or anything, but it would be really awesome if I had something to call you..."

Hanna fell silent as George turned to look at him. The corners of Hanna's mouth twitched into that infuriating smile that made Jefferson's gut flip flop.

"Martin? Are you-" Hanna was cut off by lips pressed lightly to his own.

Hanna grinned into the kiss, unable to contain his excitement. He threw his arms around John's shoulders, hugging him tightly. Hanna pulled back a little, and looked into his partner's glowing orange eyes.

"We might not have a name for you yet, but that's ok. I'm sure I'll be able to think of other things to whisper in your ear, with your arms around my neck."