Did it go against the morals he was supposed to have? Yeah, but seeing you high as a kite was the funniest shit he'd ever seen.

"Don't think too hard, sweetheart, might hurt yourself," Ben cooed, blowing out a puff of smoke from his blunt as he watched you from his spot on the dressing room couch.

Maybe you'd taken too much. Ben can't remember. He just likes seeing you out of it. "Awh, bunny.. you wanna come over here? C'mere, that's it."

Okay. He did actually care for you.