Can he ask a question Ben probably won't like. Ben's smile is immediate, patient and almost bracing for the impact — like someone who lives his life hearing plenty of things he doesn't like, questions and otherwise.
Ben's face thoroughly refreshes, blinking back into a blankness. He blinks, and it's almost embarrassingly obvious: he certainly doesn't know where a question like that comes from. Ben was all sorts of prepared to make it out of this conundrum, and then...the conversation takes a very true left turn on him.
He's caught wondering why it qualifies for the category of 'questions he probably won't like.' One can feel the absolute presence of the quickly sprouted and half-formed 'like what' ready on Ben's tongue, only to wither instantly under the sharp daylight it was raised up under.
"All right then; what do you mean?" Well. He didn't say it, did he?
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Ben's face thoroughly refreshes, blinking back into a blankness. He blinks, and it's almost embarrassingly obvious: he certainly doesn't know where a question like that comes from. Ben was all sorts of prepared to make it out of this conundrum, and then...the conversation takes a very true left turn on him.
He's caught wondering why it qualifies for the category of 'questions he probably won't like.' One can feel the absolute presence of the quickly sprouted and half-formed 'like what' ready on Ben's tongue, only to wither instantly under the sharp daylight it was raised up under.
"All right then; what do you mean?" Well. He didn't say it, did he?