[Benjamin doesn't react, sitting down in the directed spot. He props his elbows on the table, tracing his fingers over the delicate locket cupped in the palm of his hand.
At some point, while Antonio is in the kitchen, Benjamin scrubs a hand over his face, covering his eyes with one hand while the other with the locket falls to the table, soft, silent sobs wracking his tall, sturdy frame.]
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At some point, while Antonio is in the kitchen, Benjamin scrubs a hand over his face, covering his eyes with one hand while the other with the locket falls to the table, soft, silent sobs wracking his tall, sturdy frame.]