Gibson sees to the needs of the officers. In this case, Irving is definitely in need.
In Florence, Bedelia du Maurier considers her position.
There in that white-gilt bedroom like a tomb, where I believe none of Gatsby's guests had ever before set foot except by mistake — none until Daisy, and I was only her adjunct and proxy, an accessory to her presence there in the house. He had forgotten about me then. He had forgotten about me now. I was his only witness.
Fitzjames does what he does best.
"I can’t even take you home," he says, with coolly enforced casualness. "You know that, don’t you? Even if I ripped up every threshold in The Unclean Realm, the bagua will stop you. The Stone Castles can’t shelter you, either, nor can the Sabre Halls."
"Whatever you want," Nathan finds himself saying when his shirt comes off over his head and his glasses hit the nightstand — like he's talking to himself, which he might as well be. "Don't think about it like should, or shouldn't. Don't think. Don't fucking try and figure it out. Come on. You can keep your shirt on."
Ed goes, and Jack follows. (Alternate ending to forest in the desert.)
"Young Tom tries his hand at picking up a boy. No one will miss him. " One-sided Tom/Hannibal.
Crossover with the film Hannibal Rising. Disregards novel canon/illusions of continuity, as many of us would like to. (Archive warnings don't quite cover it, additional warnings in notes.)