An almost imperceptible sigh of relief, accompanied by smoke blown from his nostrils. That is, apparently, what Ben wanted to hear.
"Poking your nose where it doesn't belong," he mutters, that tiny hint of pleasure receding in favor of caution. Then, he flicks his fingers in a gesture that both ashes his cigarette and dismisses Colin. "Go on then."
"I don't think of you at all," Ben answers curtly, tossing the last of his cigarette on the ground to grind it out with his boot before he turns to take his own leave.
It has the air of a spoiled child taking his ball and going home-- or at least it would if not for the constant, grinding fear that radiates from him at all times. But, if nothing else, it's probably the most personality Ben has shown anyone in years.
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"Poking your nose where it doesn't belong," he mutters, that tiny hint of pleasure receding in favor of caution. Then, he flicks his fingers in a gesture that both ashes his cigarette and dismisses Colin.
"Go on then."
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"You think out of everyone in this town, I'm going to be the one trying to air someone else's dirty secret?"
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It has the air of a spoiled child taking his ball and going home-- or at least it would if not for the constant, grinding fear that radiates from him at all times. But, if nothing else, it's probably the most personality Ben has shown anyone in years.