Benjamin's gaze lingered on him for a couple of seconds before shifting back to Olivia.
Jack swallowed hard, trying to maintain a calm composure.
It was a quick glance, but it was enough to make Jack break a sweat.
Olivia swallowed. "You are exhausted and maybe scared. You are connecting things that may not—"
Benjamin stepped closer, towering her. "Do not insult me, Olivia. Don't insult my intelligence."
There was silence.
Before she could say something, he said, "Go home." His tone was calm but it was far more dangerous.
She blinked. "Benjamin—"
"I said go home," he repeated. "I will not have you hovering, asking questions or pretending concern while I think."
Her jaw tightened. "You don't trust me?"
He looked at her for a long moment.
"No," he said simply and that answer landed harder than shouting ever could.
Without waiting for a response, Benjamin turned and walked down the corridor, pulling his phone from his pocket.
