contact part deux

[bouchonne]

if this were modern times byerly would probably make you listen to total eclipse of the heart before you were able to leave a message

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[bouchonne]

Dear Artemaeus, are you fishing for compliments?

[altusimperius]

[He rolls his eyes.]

You came to rescue me.

[bouchonne]

[ Hrmph. ]

I did.

that's right bitch

[altusimperius]

[He could play around with him here, but in a game of wits with Byerly, Benedict is never going to win.
He's at peace with that.]

By your logic, that means, on some level... you thought it was worth the risk.

[He speaks slowly, treading carefully-- there's a real fear he'll be dismissed or mocked for suggesting as much.]

[bouchonne]

[ Grouchily, but not cruelly: ]

Yes, that would be the implication.

[altusimperius]

[Careful, careful. The conversation is full of tripwires, and one's way must be made slowly--]

Well.

[Pause,]

I'm glad.

[bouchonne]

Don't let it go to your head.

[altusimperius]

Never.

[A glint of amusement as a smirk twitches onto his face-- then immediately fades again.]

I hope you never meet my mother.

[bouchonne]

[ It's mean, but meanness is where he can find his amusement right now. ]

Why? Afraid I'd seduce her?

[altusimperius]

[Benedict shudders.]

No--

[A better reason doesn't present itself.]

...look, it's something I never imagined having to worry about.

[bouchonne]

What, facing down your mother?

[altusimperius]

[A sheepish smirk,]

no, you meeting her.

[He shakes his head.]

...facing her down, I worry about that all the time.

[bouchonne]

Ah. Well, I'll face her down for you. Use my masculine wiles to show her the error of her ways.

[altusimperius]

[Benedict's smile is genuine, but there's still an unease in his eyes.]

That worked out so well for you.

[Pensively, tucks an errant strand of hair behind his ear.]

And especially. Well. Knowing what we know. [He shakes his head.]

Dream or not, I can tell you she's not above confining people in the house.

[bouchonne]

[ He looks away, then, any amusement draining from his face. His voice goes low. ]

There's little we can do from here.

[altusimperius]

[Though he opens his mouth to protest, Benedict knows, deep down in the most sensible part of his gut, that Byerly is right. There are immediate concerns, and there are noble pipe dreams.]

...maybe someday, [he says in a similarly low voice. And glances to Byerly, hoping for agreement in that, at least.]

[bouchonne]

Maybe.

[ By looks down at his papers. Refuses to meet Benedict's eyes. It's clear enough that he's made miserable by this fact: ]

The organization must...prioritize.

[altusimperius]

I know.

[It's equally ludicrous to imagine they'd do anything on his, a spineless traitor's, word, dream or not; for all anyone but Byerly knows, Riftwatch would be walking right into a trap orchestrated by the Venatori themselves.

...all right, perhaps that's a bit dramatic. But Benedict knows where he stands in the organization, and also knows that it would largely be Byerly fighting for it on his own.

Which... still means something, truth be told.]

But it's...

[He sits on his words for a moment, the nib of his pen pausing just above the inkwell.]

...it matters. That you care.

To me, at least.

[bouchonne]

[ Byerly hesitates a long moment, pen in hand. Then, with an uncharacteristic sort of stiffness, he says: ]

It has always been my greatest desire to be able to defend those who cannot defend themselves. And my greatest disappointment that it is so often beyond my capacity.

[ Then: ]

If the opportunity arises - if we find ourselves within striking distance - I will advocate for it most strongly.

[altusimperius]

[Perhaps the stiffness in itself is what makes Benedict believe him; it's a moment of bareness, with no amusement, no trace of irony.

And Benedict has learned the hard way that, sometimes, when Byerly says things, he means them.]

I want that. ...for you.

[His response is halting and careful as it has been all the while-- honesty is difficult for Benedict too, in his way. Trust and vulnerability can be misinterpreted, warped, used, the consequences landing on his shoulders.]

I'll help, if I can. If... um. If you tell me how.

[His mouth is dry; this is no offer to write a strongly-worded letter. The foundation of trust have been laid, and he is placing a brick, to see what Byerly will do it.]

[bouchonne]

[ Byerly doesn't kick that brick over, nor pick it up and hurl it - nor, indeed, does he even comment upon it. Instead, he simply shrugs. ]

If I ever gain the wisdom to know how anyone can help, I shall let you in on the secret. You have my word.

[ Then, a dry little laugh - ] Maker, I'd give anything to have someone wise telling me what to do.

[altusimperius]

[The laugh merits a faint smile, Bene watching his face.]

I'll let you know if I meet a good candidate.

[bouchonne]

Ah, but that's part of the problem.

[ He does meet Benedict's eyes now, smile droll. ]

Anyone who seems to be a good candidate is probably a rotten son-of-a-bitch.

[altusimperius]

[The smile is returned.]

Then they belong in this office, I should think.

[bouchonne]

They deserve either the Gallows or the gallows. It's true.