Ben feels the exhaustion weighing on him as you get into the motel room you'd somehow managed to bargain yourself into.

He watches Mark for a bit. He's been quiet. For good reason. He flops onto a bed, starting to snore almost immediately. What the hell is he gonna do with him?

Ben heads into the bathroom, peeling off his jacket with some winces and heavy breaths. He braces to get his shirt off, ready for the shooting pain in his ribs until he feels your hands pushing it up instead, easing the strain.

"Thank you..."

He breathes, eyes falling shut.

"What the fuck are we supposed to do?"

He whispers, hands squeezing the sink.