BENEDICT TUCKING A STRAND OF HAIR BEHIND YOUR EAR.
BENEDICT AGGRESSIVELY TUCKING A STRAND OF HAIR BEHIND YOUR EAR.
(guess who’s gonna fic this)
You’re still shaking.
Everything was a blur, from the ambulance that carried away the mutilated bodies of your friends to the cop car that took you into the station where you were currently sitting, wrapped in a thin orange blanket and shaking.
The DI shoots you a sympathetic look before his phone buzzes in his pocket. He checks it quickly.
“Our best person is coming to work on the case,” he tells you, and before he even finishes his sentence, a tall man in a black coat and blue scarf waltzes into the room.
“Is this the one?” he demands, his pale eyes bright and sharp, nodding in your direction. The DI tells him yes, and gives a brief rundown of what happened when they received the 999 call. The man steps in front of you and looks you over, head to toe.
You’re sure you look pathetic—your hair is straggly and sweaty and you’re wearing sweats and trainers. The man’s gaze is intimidating and endlessly penetrating and you shrink back.
The DI is still going on about the details as the man reaches over to you and gently, ever so gently, tucks some hair back behind your ear.
“It’s alright now,” he tells you in a low, deep voice, his eyes meeting yours. “Everything’s going to be alright.”
In the next moment he steps back, focusing his attention back on the DI, and you begin to feel the first sparks of relief in your gut.