Benedict's expression is almost blank, the barest of dry smirks twitching at the corner of his mouth. Of course. Of course it was fucking Leander.
"You're joking," he says in a deadpan, feeling a familiar swell of outrage, one that he has long since learned to tamp down in favor of not making a fuss.
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Date: 2020-11-15 09:12 am (UTC)"You're joking," he says in a deadpan, feeling a familiar swell of outrage, one that he has long since learned to tamp down in favor of not making a fuss.
"He told her?"