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Benedict Fox



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[ Marty doesn't have a lot of friends here. Granted, he didn't have a lot of friends back home either, but he's learned that if he wants friends, he should probably encourage bonds or whatever the hell it is people call it.

Most everyone in Hill Valley had been pretty asshole-y, which didn't exactly inspire Marty's desire to be kind. Everyone in this weird set-up with that Merchant guy, though... well, nobody's called him hopeless so far, at least.

The point is this: Benedict had been pretty cool helping him collect ores and minerals for the local blacksmiths. The guy's smart as a whip, and considering he's not the smartest tool in the shed himself, Marty figures it'd be nice to have a right nerd for a pal. He'd been kind enough making conversation as they worked, and that felt important. "Awkward but kind" is better than "asshole", after all.

So now, in the interest of nurturing a relationship, he's standing by the outside of Benedict's dwelling a few hours since their return to the community. Marty rubs the side of his neck, then bites the bullet and calls out-- ] Hey, Benedict? It's Marty!

[ He shoves his hands into his pockets, rocking on his heels. ]

You got a minute?