For his part, Benedict doesn't even notice the charcuterie being nudged toward him: he takes some selections and begins to eat unthinkingly, considering the question.
"Maybe," he admits, to the first bit, after he's had some time to chew and swallow. "I-- no, it's not about Riftwatch, really. Just one person." Another bite.
"I'm afraid," spoken hesitantly, "if she's angry. If I've-- I've really fucked it up. It won't affect the organization, it won't set us back, I'll just. Miss her."
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Date: 2024-11-26 11:10 pm (UTC)"Maybe," he admits, to the first bit, after he's had some time to chew and swallow. "I-- no, it's not about Riftwatch, really. Just one person." Another bite.
"I'm afraid," spoken hesitantly, "if she's angry. If I've-- I've really fucked it up. It won't affect the organization, it won't set us back, I'll just. Miss her."