Benvolio could point out that he has never killed anyone. He could point out that Romeo started the day wanting to make peace with Tybalt. He could point out that slaying Mercutio was, actually, a big fucking deal, and that even though Mercutio might not place much value in his own life, Benvolio has had to live with his absence for two months, and that it hurt him deeply. He doesn't.
Instead, he walks into his bathroom (if the door slams, well, can you blame him?) where he turns on the water, watching it pour out of the faucet -- the magic or science of this place that can allow this simple convenience as well as bring back the dead. He rinses his face, turns the water off, dries with a fluffy towel, and finally trusts himself enough to continue the conversation without saying anything else he'll regret later.
When he returns to the bedroom, he sits beside Mercutio on the bed. "I care for thee," he says at long last. "Thou'rt my closest and dearest friend, I love thee, and do not wish for anyone to hurt thee, whether by purposeful harm, or by absence."
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Date: 2025-05-22 01:25 am (UTC)Instead, he walks into his bathroom (if the door slams, well, can you blame him?) where he turns on the water, watching it pour out of the faucet -- the magic or science of this place that can allow this simple convenience as well as bring back the dead. He rinses his face, turns the water off, dries with a fluffy towel, and finally trusts himself enough to continue the conversation without saying anything else he'll regret later.
When he returns to the bedroom, he sits beside Mercutio on the bed. "I care for thee," he says at long last. "Thou'rt my closest and dearest friend, I love thee, and do not wish for anyone to hurt thee, whether by purposeful harm, or by absence."