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It was a good lesson to learn, or at least see. He had fought tooth and nail since he came screaming out of the womb to not walk along the same path as others...often times to his detriment and most of the time before he was a teen simply because he was being petty. Not wanting to pursue a career in astrophysics, for example, had been mostly due to his brother having an interest in astronomy as well and he had been insistent on doing nothing the same as his brother down to not even liking the same flavor of ice cream. Benjee took it one step further and had sworn off the cold dairy sweet, to be frank. He was much less that person now though. Mostly.
Smiling a little at her, he slipped his hands back into his pockets and rocked back on to his heels slightly. "Thanks." It was a side hustle he wouldn't mind dipping in to every now and then. His other was, well, less of a hustle and more charity work since he was not earning anything from it. Nothing to assist him financially at least...he was learning plenty of secrets from those whose dream journals he helped maintain through his philanthropy.
He couldn't quite help himself and draped an arm around her shoulder to pull her in for a little side hug. She was so sweet and protective. He had a feeling if she knew of whom he spoke though...her opinion would change. It always did. "I'll keep that in mind, promise," he assured her in lieu of not saying 'thanks' again. "If for some outrageous reason no one recruits be for professional gobstones in the future, I'll be sure to let you know so you can go terrorize them. Sound good?" He did not expect that would be the case, but he would enjoy watching her do it just to see the expression on some of these uptight and stuffy executives.
In some ways, he was relieved he had an arm around her shoulders as she explained, for a bit of empathetic support through touch. In other ways...he somewhat wished he had pulled it away and it was hanging back by his sides because it certainly felt like a familiar situation. The...waiting too long to say something and then feeling like it was too late. Relationships, friendships, weren't exactly a first come first serve buffet...and it was a bit wild how often we convinced ourselves that it was. But...before he could really say much to any of that and offer her his two knuts...she kept on speaking and dove right on in to another topic entirely. He was taken aback, obviously so, both brows arching and his good eye widening as it strained to focus on her a bit. There were a few ways to play this, one a little too exposing, and so he leaned into something she alluded to with her words. Plus...she seemed mortified by exposing herself. "Well...if you think you won't be too embarrassed with being seen with an old fart like me, I'll be saving you a dance...so I hope you save me one as well," he teased with a little playful wink - utterly and completely clueless that she may or may not be doodling Mrs Victoria Marchbanks in the margins of her notes or whatever. He let that moment marinade just for a little before turning a little more serious again. "But...this guy...Daniel? You like him, yeah? As in...like like him, right?" He paused again, swallowing and wetting his lips. "Let him know. Just because someone agrees to go to a dance together...doesn't mean they are off limits or that there is anything else going on but friendship. Life is...too short to leave feelings unspoken...and, well, in my experience...its the ones that don't get said that end up hurting." Even if saying them resulted in rejection, which hurt too, it was the years sitting on his feelings that had been torturous.
He gave her shoulder a quick but tender squeeze.
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