238. Freudian Slipooc: set in the past
There's something about the way Thompson watches him these days. It makes him very uncomfortable -- more so than usual around the man, and that's saying something. And it's worse when he's with his partner -- he can almost feel Thompson's eyes boring into the back of his head as he and Bennet discuss their latest bag'n'tag run.
He can't quite work out what's changed -- he racks his brain trying to suss it out, and keeps coming up with nothing. But now he has to be even more cautious about his outside activities, has to keep the Company from realizing what he's actually up to. He plays up his attraction to his partner who responds to his banter in kind, their teasing actually becoming a kind of sweet torture he's willing to undergo to deflect Thompson's attention.
And just when he thinks it's actually working, Thompson calls Bennet into his office for a private meeting. Yeah, that would mean somethin's really wrong, he thinks, going invisible and slipping into the office after his partner. Not wanting to be discovered, he slips into the corner and keeps quiet while Thompson asks, "Bennet, you and your partner spending a lot of quality time together?"
"No more than usual," Bennet answers, and the look on Thompson's face sends a chill through him.
Oh bloody hell, he knows...
"Then perhaps you could tell me what he meant when he told me 'We
have plans tonight,' last weekend, when I asked him if he wanted to come to my place?"
It was a stupid bloody slip of the tongue -- one unguarded moment -- but it's too late now. Bennet's look of surprise seals his fate, and now he has to hope he can trust his partner -- his friend -- to handle this fairly...---------------
Muse: "Claude Rains"
Word count: 295 per WordPerfect
Crossposted to theatrical_muse