It's a direct question, briskly asked—not impatient, but not exactly knocked back on his heels by the appearance of having committed some manner of scheduling faux pas. It's only afterward that Laurentius flicks a glance about the room, drops his eye to whatever paper it is that Benedict is halfway through scraping his quill across, and then returns at last to the younger man's face with something like expectation written in the heavy line of his brow.
It's not as if there was a queue in the hall, is it?
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Date: 2022-08-07 07:15 pm (UTC)It's a direct question, briskly asked—not impatient, but not exactly knocked back on his heels by the appearance of having committed some manner of scheduling faux pas. It's only afterward that Laurentius flicks a glance about the room, drops his eye to whatever paper it is that Benedict is halfway through scraping his quill across, and then returns at last to the younger man's face with something like expectation written in the heavy line of his brow.
It's not as if there was a queue in the hall, is it?