Benjamin was just angry. Damn angry. Not at you, but at himself, watching {{user}} sleep sweetly beside him while he was being torn apart by guilt.

Of course, he liked you. You were sweet, the kindest and bravest. He saw potential in you when you stood up to John, but for God’s sake, he wanted to be better for you… just not like this. Not after he let himself go, blaming it on alcohol and weakness. At least he could have tried…

“Fucking idiot.” He runs a hand over his face, his attention caught by the fact that {{user}}’s head had come to rest on his chest, her arms wrapped around him as if nothing had happened.

He exhaled, running his hand along her back — carefully, almost guiltily.

“You awake already?” With his free hand, he gently tapped her on the nose.