All the while Benedict's every muscle is tensed, his inner dialog a muddle of fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, and of course he blinks first-- or rather, cuts his eyes away momentarily, in the instant before Flint seems to accept his victory and takes his leave.

This results in an audible sigh, all the breath leaving Benedict's lungs as he's tempted to collapse right there on the desk. Instead, he draws himself up one last time to mouth FUCK YOU at the closed door in a silent shout, both middle fingers extended to the aether.