[mixed muses continuity] baby mine
Ben had put on one hell of a show during breakfast. Some of it was genuine: he did feel a bit relaxed, a bit cheerful, but as the meal went on anxiety kept creeping in, and the realization that he had talked to Penelope Widmore and let her go was nagging at his brain. What did this mean for him, for his future, for his goals? Did he mean what he had thought, that he was done with the Island? Could he be done with the Island? These things were all so heavy that by the time breakfast was over his cheerful mood was a farce, easily dropped when he looked at Alex and asked if they could go to their room. Now he's pacing, staring at the floor, more than a little nervous for being on the verge of doing something he was far too cowardly to do in the past: tell Alex the truth. The whole truth.