"Come in," Jonathan called. Yes, it would have been politer to open the door, but even for Hannibal he couldn't be bothered, especially not with his injury.
Instead, he took a seat, not behind his desk, but in one of the guest chairs, a more equal footing to the other man, a sign of respect and honor. He hoped Hannibal wouldn't mind pouring the tea for them, he didn't think he could manage it one handed right now.