“We don’t have to call it anything,” if he was more comfortable not labeling it, or pretending they weren’t doing what they were doing then Hannibal was here for lying to themselves about it.
“I do feel a little bit like a preteen girl saying boyfriend, but not fucking this up is my top priority, whatever we call it or don’t call it. Tequila. Tacos. Quickie sex en el bano.” His accent was terrible, but it was terrible on purpose. “Then we can flip a coin to see whose bed we sleep in tonight, and go get ice cream.”