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Ben wanted to teach, again.
That was the conclusion Ben had come to. He and Michael were alright enough to speak without that acid burn in his chest, and he hadn't seen Hunter in a while, but he knew that the teenager needed his space, and giving Michael his had done the trick. That was one of the many things he'd learned in Tibet: waiting. He could wait. Like Siddhartha could wait, so could Ben.
He was under a tree, not really meditating, but just resting in a middle-state, back against the bark, eyes closed. He was thinking nothing, feeling nothing, saying nothing. He was simply... existing.
[You, there. Tag him. Especially those that wish to further plot. (:]
That was the conclusion Ben had come to. He and Michael were alright enough to speak without that acid burn in his chest, and he hadn't seen Hunter in a while, but he knew that the teenager needed his space, and giving Michael his had done the trick. That was one of the many things he'd learned in Tibet: waiting. He could wait. Like Siddhartha could wait, so could Ben.
He was under a tree, not really meditating, but just resting in a middle-state, back against the bark, eyes closed. He was thinking nothing, feeling nothing, saying nothing. He was simply... existing.
[You, there. Tag him. Especially those that wish to further plot. (:]