Lindsey came inside and gave it a second before going into the other room to see River.
He had to smile, but only internally, at how both of them sort of shared a mind on why he might be here. Lindsey supposed he'd think the same in their position.
So when River asked, Lindsey shook his head. "No. No it's not bad."
He looked from Hannibal to River, and finally back at Hannibal. Lindsey knew River was very, very intelligent, and he liked her a great deal, but he felt that, in this living arrangement and under the circumstances, Hannibal was the one in charge.
"Mind if I sit? We got somethin' to talk about. And you got somethin' to be happy about."