His words had been terse ever since he returned home from the damn Vought Tower, setting the bag with food he brought down on the table before he sat down himself. You could sense a heaviness in the air, as if something unspoken was weighing on Ben's thoughts. But he didn't seem to want to open up and talk about it. "..Wanna eat something too or are ya just gonna watch me?" He then grumbled instead and shot you a glance as he unpacked the food while taking a swig of his beer.