Benedict desperately doesn't want to be having this conversation.
He's never called it off with a sweetheart before, has never even had a proper sweetheart before Kate, and he doesn't know what to do. He'd only had practice politely turning down propositions from society women of varying degrees of blatancy, and those were all more or less strangers. To have to distance himself from someone he's grown to depend on...
He should have made more friends down here. Then he wouldn't feel so adrift without Kate at his side.
"I know."
He's not an idiot. He knows he was correct, when he had accused her of attempting to drink herself to death. He certainly shouldn't have said it the way he did, but the underlying message was definitely true. Kate has a problem, and the fact that she wouldn't even acknowledge it was almost as bad as the problem itself. He doesn't try to deflect his response, to couch it in softer language, because he's not trying to wheedle his way back into her good graces. That ship has sailed, and it left harbor the night he burned his arm. Since he won't ever get another chance with her, he might as well be honest.
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He's never called it off with a sweetheart before, has never even had a proper sweetheart before Kate, and he doesn't know what to do. He'd only had practice politely turning down propositions from society women of varying degrees of blatancy, and those were all more or less strangers. To have to distance himself from someone he's grown to depend on...
He should have made more friends down here. Then he wouldn't feel so adrift without Kate at his side.
"I know."
He's not an idiot. He knows he was correct, when he had accused her of attempting to drink herself to death. He certainly shouldn't have said it the way he did, but the underlying message was definitely true. Kate has a problem, and the fact that she wouldn't even acknowledge it was almost as bad as the problem itself. He doesn't try to deflect his response, to couch it in softer language, because he's not trying to wheedle his way back into her good graces. That ship has sailed, and it left harbor the night he burned his arm. Since he won't ever get another chance with her, he might as well be honest.