#ask benedict arnold

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By now, the faintest pricks of the first stars had begun appearing in the dusky sky. John sat on the deck, knees tucked against his chest and now only wearing a plain white shirt.

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Benedict finally approached John after spending most of the day tending to the ship. He stood behind the other, quiet for a moment before sitting down next to him. “Are you alright?”

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Benedict had woken up at the break of dawn as usual. Only today he’d spent almost the entire morning in front of the mirror, prodding at his teeth as if they could be pushed into place if he tried hard enough.

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John awoke sometime later, rubbing his eyes and rolling over dangerously close to the edge of the bed. “‘Morning Benny,” he yawned, slightly surprised to see Benedict still in the room.

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My wife is dead….

- your beloved (and only) sister-in-law

…oh.

I send my condolences. You are free to stop by anytime if you need anything.

Sincerely,

B. Arnold

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Grown ass man by the way.. 🥸

…🫩

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The canvas tent was dark but for a half covered lantern as André rifled through a stack of papers. He wore a cloak over his uniform, but flashes of red were visible each time he moved his arms.

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The crunch of grass could be heard underfoot as Arnold approached the tent.

With a rustle he briskly pulled open the tent flap and stepped inside—only stopping dead once he saw the other man in front of him. He stared with wide eyes, letting the flap weakly fall behind him.

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The maroon curtains glowed a warm amber as the sun began peeking over the horizon and André groaned at the light, throwing an arm over his eyes.

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Arnold groaned softly next to him, burying his face in the other’s shoulder. “Morning, Major…” he croaked hoarsely.

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André rapped lightly at the door, his rich fuchsia suit looking out of place in the corridor of beige walls, gray carpet, and brown doors.

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Arnold peered out the peephole before cracking the door open. “Mr. André— I didn’t realize you were coming.”

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André closed the door silently behind him, sitting at his desk and staring numbly down at the wood grains.

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Benedict was already in the house, reading Maneuvers, or Practical Observations on the Art of War next to the window sill. He looked up at John when he entered the room and offered a half-smile.