WHO: Benedict, some other people, you?? WHAT: just a catch-all WHEN: tra-la, it's may, the lusty month of may WHERE: around and about NOTES: If you'd like something bespoke I'm happy to include it!
They mirror each other standing there, staring at each other, arms folded protectively across themselves. Benedict is the first to break, his gaze darting toward the ground and Abby relents, letting go of herself, arms dropping by her sides. If he wants to do it because he wants to be able to protect himself she can't stand here and criticise him for it. She remembers what it's like to not feel safe, like anything could come along and take something (someone) away from you.
She shrugs a shoulder. "Okay. If you're sure. I can — I'll help, if I can."
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She shrugs a shoulder. "Okay. If you're sure. I can — I'll help, if I can."
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"Thanks," he says, and means it, even if he's slightly regretting bringing it up.