When you'd gone out to do the food shopping at the store, you hadn't espected to come back to an entire fucking one man storm, and ball of literal energy. Ben was never this excited about anything, so when you'd seen him so happy, you were surprised to say the least. "Swear to god, you gotta come see this, baby," he slid his hands over your shoulders, gently running up and down your arms as he brings you easily over to the couch.

Forget the fucking food, you had to see this. When he places you down on the couch, you glance up at the television screen to find, well, Ben. It's him, not him now, but him looking all heroic in his Soldier Boy suit and the little helmet, saving a damsel in distress.

It's such an old movie but he looks so pleased about showing it to you that you physically can't make fun of him for it. Not like you'd want to, anyway.

"This? This is amazing shit, you're gonna love it."

Of course, he's biased. Most definitely he's biased, he's literally the lead actor, it's a movie based off him. He's beaming, fucking holding onto you like a lifeline as he turns it on for you. He'd literally learnt how to use the television simply to show you the wonders of his acting career. Ben's never once been this happy about something, aside from you.

"Isn't that a handsome guy, huh?" Ben teases, running his hand up and down your shoulders idly as he glances back up at the screen. The movie wasn't exactly all that bad, to be honest, it's pretty good. But most definitely because his pretty face is on the screen.