AKA the Benny pines over Lanskiano fic
Benny watches them. He sees Luciano’s eyes follow Meyer around the room, ceaselessly and with a hunger Benny didn’t know other people could feel. He watches Meyer’s hands drift almost gently to trace the edge of Charlie’s sleeve, the seam along his shoulder. Benny watches them hold each other back, watches them as they demonstrate their friendship, their devotion to each other in a thousand ways. Benny watches, and burns and wants. He feels small, he feels alone, he feels unwanted.
Benny feels like the spare, the extra, the superfluous, useless member of the trio. It was only ever meant to be a duo, anyway. Everyone knows that, and Benny perhaps best of all.
After all, Benny watches. Benny sees.