He's already spoken about this with Lucifer, but there are other things he needs to talk about that he can't bring to form into words with his lover.
He looks at his shiny black shoes on the floor and answers, "I was sick of being treated as less than anything, of being seen as weak, someone that can be walked all over because he isn't even a person. He's a commodity. They were the final straw."
Samandriel's gaze meets Hannibal's even as he tries not to look nearly as haunted as he feels. "My partner and I worked out a plan where I could quit working food service and do what I love playing music for people. The problem was that there's a bit of an," he clears his throat, "age difference between the pair of us and informing my mother of any pre-existing relationship might end spectacularly awfully for him. So after the concert the night I last saw you, we played out the plan and I watched as my own mother treated me as a rather lucrative business deal instead of a human being and my father simply stood there and stammered and offered not a single breath of opposition to her behavior. To realize one parent doesn't love you and possibly never has and that the other completely lacks the courage to stand up to that behavior is...distressing. So a couple days later, some asshole spat at me and called me names and I taught him and his friends a lesson. That it was caught on film is regrettable and...I'm very much paying the price for it now."
Very, very much. Every single day. School was a nightmare. Eventually, he feared he would snap there too.