Oh, stop with all this feelings nonsense. I'm British. We're allergic to feelings.
[ Benedict is never more stereotypically posh than when he's trying to distract himself from some uncomfortable emotions. Not that he's not painfully posh any other time, but it's a little bit less egregious when he's lazing about on her couch with his shoes off and a book in hand. Right now, in a small sports car that smells brand-new, with a soft sweater draped over his chest like it was made for him, it's a lot easier to remember that he comes from one of the oldest, and therefore wealthiest, families in Britain.
Sliding the car into park without actually bothering to park it sensibly at all — who else is going to try and join them here, at this time of day — he turns the ignition off and then turns to look at her. ]
Now. Are you going to kiss me for the paparazzi or not?
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[ Benedict is never more stereotypically posh than when he's trying to distract himself from some uncomfortable emotions. Not that he's not painfully posh any other time, but it's a little bit less egregious when he's lazing about on her couch with his shoes off and a book in hand. Right now, in a small sports car that smells brand-new, with a soft sweater draped over his chest like it was made for him, it's a lot easier to remember that he comes from one of the oldest, and therefore wealthiest, families in Britain.
Sliding the car into park without actually bothering to park it sensibly at all — who else is going to try and join them here, at this time of day — he turns the ignition off and then turns to look at her. ]
Now. Are you going to kiss me for the paparazzi or not?