Benedict's used to practically straining his neck with Jalal, at least. He comes right in, waiting until doors are closed and more conversational positions are taken.
There's a pitcher of cold mint tea on the end table. He pours a glass for Benedict, and one for himself, and gestures for the man to sit as he does the same.
"Tell me." He seems composed, at least, though his calm is of the strained sort.
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He knocks with only a slight sense of apprehension. The whole thing is obviously a delicate subject.
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He moves to allow the man entry, looking down at him. Surely he hasn't gotten taller, has he?
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"Tell me." He seems composed, at least, though his calm is of the strained sort.
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