Hannibal finishes drinking his wine in the armchair that Bedelia had been. She, on the other hand, recomposed not too far from him.
"you did not run away, this time"
"I tried once. Did not help".
"You see me as I am. You know what I need."
"I'm not what you need."
"No. But you keep me ... controlled".
"Is it enough?"
"I dont know. Tell You."
"You should go"
He stood slowly, leaned over her and gave her a kiss on the lips. Lingered there, long enough to breathe the sweet breath of her. Licked the outline of her mouth and finished with a light bite on the lower lip. "You have my sanity on your hands."
He pulled away taking his things and heading to the exit door. He paused a moment, looked back at her. "Until the next session."
After he left, Bedelia breathed and flopped down on the couch. Insecurity never left her when she was with him. Always two feet back, waiting for the next move, the attack. And though it seemed contradictory, was what made her continue. Uncertainty. Never knowing what was coming next.