Ben was seething. Watching Barron threaten Logan made him see red. Luckily, you were there to calm him down like you had since the two of you were kids. Your hand rested on his shoulder as you lead him away from the scene.

It was quiet as the two of you sat under the stairs, your thumb brushing over Ben's knuckles softly. You could see the veins in his neck popping and his clenched fists.