[ all the best people are fake-named after inventors, ok. (well actually most of them are dead by the end of canon so maybe this wasn't an awesome idea, ooops) he nods, lips pulling into what might have been a tight smile if thomas wasn't a few lightyears past tense at the moment.

but seeing her fidget, and the lingering terror still sitting with her, he lets out a slow exhale, blinking his eyes closed for a moment, before trying to get back to the conversation. ]

I... won't say anything. [ not about this. he might stalk the fuck out of him. maybe. but he won't do anything. not unless hannibal shows up on their doorstep with a butcher's knife and asks for abigail to come out. reaching out, he tugs her forward, into a hug, chin plopped on top of her head. ] You won't. I can't lose you either, okay? Whatever you need me to do to keep you safe, I'll do it. Promise.