It takes a minute, but it finally dawns on Clarisse what he's saying. She opens her mouth to speak, then shuts it again just as quickly.
It's not like she told Abby not to tell anybody. Truthfully, it hadn't occurred to her that Abby might do that in the first place. Clarisse wrestles with that for a few seconds, then pushes it away to deal with later. There's more pressing shit to go over first.
"You don't know what you're talking about." Clearly.
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.
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Date: 2024-11-23 04:47 am (UTC)It's not like she told Abby not to tell anybody. Truthfully, it hadn't occurred to her that Abby might do that in the first place. Clarisse wrestles with that for a few seconds, then pushes it away to deal with later. There's more pressing shit to go over first.
"You don't know what you're talking about." Clearly.
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Date: 2024-11-23 05:52 am (UTC)“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.