If he had had his way, Benji would have had this conversation without Eli there too, but he knew better than to ask him to leave. Even when she wasn't upset Samara wouldn't stand for him being even remotely rude to her husband, so the possibility was laughable at best. Not to mention he was on their terms, in their house, like Eli mentioned, which made it all the more uncomfortable for him. "It wasn't intentional. If I had had the option not to, believe me, I wouldn't have." Benji replied carefully, but his words were not without bite. This was, in his opinion, a Capper family matter, not a Chambers matter, no matter what his sister had married into.
"Oh, you wouldn't have?" Samara interjected, her voice rising again, pulling Benji's gaze back to his distraught sister. "If that were the truth then why the hell are you even here, Benjamin?"
Benji's mouth fell open. He threw his hands in the air. He truly could not believe his sister was acting like this. Was she truly in denial or was she just blocking it out entirely. "Are you fucking kidding me, Samara? You would rather that I hold off and save you one ignorant evening of your mother's death just so you can have dinner with your husband? No, you would have harped on me for not telling you the moment I knew! Don't think I don't know you well enough for that!"
Samara covered her face. "No! You don't know anything! You couldn't know that!" The words were sinking in now and she was trying to pretend that they weren't.
Benji sighed and sank onto the sofa again. "Mara-"