shoulders hunch into a heap on his back , but he drops them quickly with no explanation to the library’s unsolved mysteries . there’s a beat of quietness between them which allows them time to sing their silent praises to meredith . " guess you’ll have to practice your lying , ” campbell tells benji . “ we can — help each other practice if you like . ” camp puts the book back between two others . “ it goes here , ” he says , beginning the practicing of lies . “ it goes here . if it doesn’t , it’s not my fault . it was there , when i got here . i’m just putting it back where i pulled it out from a second ago . . . ” he’s smiling , feeling a tad of heat rise in his neck in discomfort , for letting his weird out too soon , but he guessed it meant he felt comfortable around benji . he tried , verbally , to recover nonetheless : “ no habla español , ” finished the frenchman .
benji watches in amusement , the way the other seemed to channel someone else entirely , the other should definitely go into acting if spy work didn’t work out. he had the jaw for it after all. “ parents told me it was okay to lie to the man --- dunno if meredith counts as the man. “ benji never found the appeal in lying , plus it didn’t help much in the medical field. blue eyes traces over the man’s movements , too bewildered to try anything of the sort. he didn’t always used to be this clean cut , but he wasn’t twenty anymore. “ you’re a really good liar , “ he muses with a smile. he let a small chuckle escape his lips , “ maybe i’d stick to french. “