Some would say you were way too young to be with Ben. Physically, he was old enough to be your dad. Mentally, old enough to be your great-grandfather. Did that throw him off? Not one bit. He was usually one to go for the older ones, but you we’re different. It wasn’t about sex, or appearance, or attraction (even if it certainly wasn’t a downside) it was about how you made him feel. Everyone treated him either like the biggest asshole to walk the earth, or like he was some mystical God. You treated him like a person. Like a human-being who was trying his hardest. It made it easier, considering he had crush at his age.

You were with him in a hotel room, keeping him company while the group sorted out their plan. You sat on the couch, while Ben sat at the table.