Hardly looking much better himself, Benedict opens the door. He's clothed in a fancy robe, his own eyes red, but whether it's from weeping or the scented smoke wafting out of the room is anyone's guess. He doesn't say anything yet, just staring at Colin knowingly.
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Date: 2019-06-04 06:31 am (UTC)He doesn't say anything yet, just staring at Colin knowingly.