Benedict's smile broadens, and perhaps it's just the elfroot or the overall feeling of contentment that has sunk in, but he raises his hand to pat Colin gently on the face, much like Athessa would.
"You think too much," he muses fondly. Not that he himself doesn't think too much half the time, but it's not right now, and that's the judgment that matters.
That gets a huge grin and a fit of giggling that turns into chortling. Maybe he does need Benedict after all, to tell him when to quit worrying about this shit.
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"You think too much," he muses fondly. Not that he himself doesn't think too much half the time, but it's not right now, and that's the judgment that matters.
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