King was showered, unshaven and dressed in no time. Weeks spent on his impromptu vacation had left him with a deep dark tan. In jeans and a form fitting tee shirt he looked every bit the part of a resident LA surfer type. He always had that ability to just seamlessly fit in where ever he was. No matter the situation Hannibal always found a way to be comfortable.
His messy hair was still a little damp as he walked through the lobby to meet Abby. The flip flops on his feet slapped against the bottom of his feet making the sound from which they got their name. A to-go mug of coffee was held in his hand while the other reached up to slide the silver framed sunglasses up his nose.
"Where we off to, sunshine?" He called out as he walked up on his partner.
The days that have passed have been different. Not in a bad way at all. Just different. The sort of different he had always hoped for. He noticed the way she made an effort to touch him, even just brushing her fingers 'accidentally' over his hand in passing. If you didn't know he like King knew her these tiny changes would go unseen but to him it was like a blinding light getting turned on in a black cave.