For a long and tense moment, Benedict looks afraid again. But Clarisse’s reaction seems, in fact, to relieve him.

“You’re right,” he agrees, far too cheerfully, “I’m probably making it up for attention.” Anything, anything but the awful truth: that he fucked up.

“Byeee,” he concludes, hurrying away before she can protest. He’s got some damage control to do, or more realistically, spiraling: whichever comes first.