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Benji Sommer-Passos ([info]lockupyourgirls) wrote in [info]blueridgeau,
Taylor's answer seemed simple enough, and Ben closed his phone, straightening up resolutely. Just talk to her, that was simple enough, except for all of the emotions and things like that. What if she cried? Hell, she was bound and entitled to cry. He would just have to deal with it. He was a nearly forty-five year old man, he wasn't supposed to be afraid of talking about feelings with a teenage girl. But he really was.

It opened up a whole other can of worms. His anger at her parents mostly, though he kept it restrained because he honestly believed Hunter didn't see what she was doing wrong, as she often didn't. He made a mental note not to ask about her parents as he walked back into the living room, to find Benji digging something out of her bag. "I can't eat all this by myself, so y'know you gotta eat some.. I promise, y'all know I put your ma's cookin to shame, right?" he suggested. Mostly, he intended to put the food in front of her whether she ate it or not. It was a try. He knew that her almost all liquid diet lately was a concern Taylor had.

"Not really that hungry," Benji replied simply, not even looking up as she continued pulling the pink hoodie out of her bag, laying it across her lap and pulling her legs up. It was starting to lose it's smell, that indescribable yet distinctly Kia smell, and Benji didn't know how to stop it. She didn't know how much more time she had left. She had wanted to wash the blood away, but there was no way it would ever come out. Ben watched her with the garment, handling it with such care, and heaved a sigh as he saw the large blood stain darning the fabric all over. He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he tried to think of what to say next. It was heavy, all of it.

"Taylor's gonna make me go home, isn't she?" Benji asked after a moment of long silence, snapping Ben out of his thoughts. "Well, d'ya wanna go home?" he asked in return, getting a rather blank stare in return. "I guess. I'm just in the way though."


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