Vlast hasn't known Benedict long enough to fully tell the difference between a sulk, a period of reflection, and a proper spiral: the duration varies, but the third is noteworthy in his inability to sit still, finding no pleasure or relief in his usual hedonistic activities. It's for this reason that he's been difficult to track down, at least until Vlast manages to come across him sitting on the steps out to the harbor, smoking and brooding.
The question is enough to startle him out of it, and he blinks up at the qunari like he isn't quite prepared to make his brain move in a different direction; but, after an awkward pause, he simply nods, and rises to his feet.
"Where in the city?" he asks quietly, dropping the cigarette to ash it under his toe.
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Date: 2024-11-25 06:26 am (UTC)It's for this reason that he's been difficult to track down, at least until Vlast manages to come across him sitting on the steps out to the harbor, smoking and brooding.
The question is enough to startle him out of it, and he blinks up at the qunari like he isn't quite prepared to make his brain move in a different direction; but, after an awkward pause, he simply nods, and rises to his feet.
"Where in the city?" he asks quietly, dropping the cigarette to ash it under his toe.