A number of thoughts pop into Benvolio's head, none of them anything he should be thinking about his friend who is mourning the loss of someone he loves.
But damn. Ugh. Mercutio really doesn't make this easy, does he?
"Shalt be my guard dog," he manages to get out, lamely. It's the only thing he can think of to say that isn't wildly inappropriate.
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Date: 2025-05-27 12:57 am (UTC)But damn. Ugh. Mercutio really doesn't make this easy, does he?
"Shalt be my guard dog," he manages to get out, lamely. It's the only thing he can think of to say that isn't wildly inappropriate.