[Well, that shuts him up. For a few seconds, he's just left staring at the doorframe. Not April, but what she's next to.]

That's not...what would've happened. [He shifts his eyes back to her, shoulders slumping. A tiny, exhausted man.] You realize I've been his patient, too, don't you? He didn't mess me up.

[No, that was Hannibal.]