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[keenly]

you know what to do

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[altusimperius]

"Thank you." His smile is warm, if evasive-- for someone who loves attention, it's surprisingly hard for him to take credit for his part in all this.

"Jone wanted me to go. And this new rifter, Gabranth, um... it was sort of his idea too. His title is Judge Magister, where he comes from. When we first met I thought he was. You know."

He gestures vaguely, "a Magister."

[keenly]

"...Oh." Colin looks a smidge concerned. If he were in Bene's position, he'd have been startled right out of his skin until he realized the truth. "That must have been sort of awful."

[altusimperius]

A cringing smile. "It was."

Pausing to chew another bite, Benedict's brow furrows as he recollects the incident.

"But we cleared it up. And he was... really adamant about personally overseeing my training." The smile returns, in the form of an uncertain smirk, "it's... it's kind of nice."

[keenly]

"Kind of?"

[altusimperius]

"I used to hate having a tutor. I didn't want anyone telling me what to do."

He shrugs a shoulder lackadaisically. "But it feels different now."

[keenly]

"Most people hate having to learn things when they're kids. It's different as an adult, somehow. Maybe because you're choosing it. Like..."

He trails off as he decides not to bring up anything they've tried in bed.

[altusimperius]

"Maybe."

If his mind went there, Benedict doesn't show it, without a smirk or an eyebrow waggle to be found.

"...maybe I was ready for it this time."

[keenly]

"That's good. What's he teaching you?"

[altusimperius]

What is Gabranth teaching him? Combat, sort of, but it's more nebulous than that, which he realizes at this moment, staring through Colin as he thinks about it.

When his eyes refocus, his mouth hangs open for a second and he says, "how to be less of a fuckup."