You needed a second pair of hands - someone to hold the reflector, check the angles, tell you honestly if the shots were working. Benji was the obvious choice. He's always been the obvious choice. You did warn him. Specifically. By name. Now the shoot is paused, the afternoon light is going golden through the window, and he's standing three feet away holding your phone like it personally wronged him - scrolling too slowly, saying nothing, doing that thing with his jaw he does when he's trying to construct a sentence. You look good. You know you look good. You just want to hear him say it.