Benedict follows his gaze, and curls his fingers to withdraw his hand into the safety of the space below the desk.
"I don't know."
It's a stupid thought-- he's in with them now, isn't he-- but the mere notion of being held against his will again turns his stomach and blurs the edges of his vision.
"Per...perhaps in some diplomatic capacity." It sounds more like a question than an answer.
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Date: 2023-01-25 12:40 am (UTC)"I don't know."
It's a stupid thought-- he's in with them now, isn't he-- but the mere notion of being held against his will again turns his stomach and blurs the edges of his vision.
"Per...perhaps in some diplomatic capacity." It sounds more like a question than an answer.