** Maj. Sebastian Bently sniffled softly, looking over his cup of coffee, watching steam escape from the top of the mug and evaporate in the air. He'd reach down, wrapping his right hand around the mug, index and middle finger sliding into the small handle. He raised his mug, taking a long, long sip of the black coffee inside before setting the mug back onto the wooden desk. The man blinked a few times, listening to Asper recount the scenario as he reached up with his free hand, the left one, to lightly scratch his gloved fingertips against his stuble. Bently looked to be waiting. Somewhat impatiently, his impatience growing by the minute. Clearly, the Major had something to say.
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