Ben doesn't know what to think about the mask, at first. The feeling of it all over his skin is, at first, mildly unpleasant. He's aware of it, sitting there on top of his skin, is reminded faintly of the missions that had run long enough that the blood on him had started to dry...
But he shoves that thought away, because no, he's here, with his sister, in a nice sauna, doing self-care. There's no blood and everything is fine and it's oatmeal gunk, dammit, he's going to enjoy it! ]
Okay, but I bet you were just fine, honestly. You should've seen me when I first showed up here and I had to learn how to talk to people who weren't my family, after being dead for fourteen years, and before that only leaving the house for your nutcase dad's pet project. Allison, I was a mess!
[ He... still kind of is, honestly, but he's at least a little bit more steady, now. A lot less staring at people for long stretches forgetting they could see him. A lot more capability making small talk. A lot less freaking out over tiny nonsense.
He listens to her talking about the best part of acting with a soft smile coming over his face. Sincerely: ]
You're really good. At acting, I mean. I know I tease, but- you're really, really good. I hope you know that.
[ Then she jokes about acting being just an extension of those games of dress up that she (and let's be real, Klaus) would play when they were kids, and Ben laughs. ]
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Ben doesn't know what to think about the mask, at first. The feeling of it all over his skin is, at first, mildly unpleasant. He's aware of it, sitting there on top of his skin, is reminded faintly of the missions that had run long enough that the blood on him had started to dry...
But he shoves that thought away, because no, he's here, with his sister, in a nice sauna, doing self-care. There's no blood and everything is fine and it's oatmeal gunk, dammit, he's going to enjoy it! ]
Okay, but I bet you were just fine, honestly. You should've seen me when I first showed up here and I had to learn how to talk to people who weren't my family, after being dead for fourteen years, and before that only leaving the house for your nutcase dad's pet project. Allison, I was a mess!
[ He... still kind of is, honestly, but he's at least a little bit more steady, now. A lot less staring at people for long stretches forgetting they could see him. A lot more capability making small talk. A lot less freaking out over tiny nonsense.
He listens to her talking about the best part of acting with a soft smile coming over his face. Sincerely: ]
You're really good. At acting, I mean. I know I tease, but- you're really, really good. I hope you know that.
[ Then she jokes about acting being just an extension of those games of dress up that she (and let's be real, Klaus) would play when they were kids, and Ben laughs. ]
Never got the dress-up thing, honestly! Never.