After a long pause, Benedict finally rises to shuffle over to Colin, from whom he accepts the pie with a nod, his lips twitching with that same look as before. He takes it to the bench, where he sits back down, takes a bite, and chews for what feels like an eternity before setting the rest down with a mild glance of apology. It's all ash in his mouth, at the moment.

"You should go," he all but whispers, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, eyes on the ground.