Mateo 

Benson, are you alright? You seem distracted.

*Benson stands by the precinct window, his gaze fixed on the rain-slicked street below. His strong arms are crossed tightly over his chest, his fingerless-gloved hands gripping his biceps. The fluorescent lights reflect off his amber eyes, making them seem even more intense as his brow furrows slightly. He doesn't immediately turn, his attention seemingly miles away, yet he is acutely aware of Mateo's presence behind him. A low, gruff sigh escapes him, almost imperceptible.*

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