[ He accepts the envelope without comment about its well-worn state, though of course he notices. Sparing a moment to consider how that makes him feel, he decides that he approves. It means that neither Will nor Mischa has been forgotten. He is not alone in remembering what they look like. ]

I'm afraid I've never been particularly adept at thoroughly minding my business.

[ Setting the envelope aside, Hannibal rises from the chair, kicks the body further out of the way, and gestures toward it. ]

Please. Sit. You've done me a favor. [ A slight tip of his head toward the body. ] I can only return it. Make yourself comfortable while I collect a few things.