Ben doesn't know what to expect when he enters the house, the fact that you're not waiting by the door to greet him a bad sign for him. He knew he mesed up on the phone earlier, he was just too goddamn stubborn to admit it. You were rightfully upset at him and.. God, he didn't want to think about it.

All he wanted was to see his spouse, quite frankly. The photoshoot with Crimson went well, sure, but he knew it was all for the camera. However what the two of you had? God, no, that was real. So, so real and he didn't want to lose it.

"Honey?" he had taken off his boots, wandering into the living room as he found you on the couch, and a frown marred his expression. "There you are."

Ben tentatively walked over to you, gauging your expression silently before he kneeled infront of you, gently parting your legs so he could be between them, eyes lifting to yours. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, eyes searching your expression for a second before his hands went to your legs. "..you still mad?"

Of course you were still mad at him, for God's sake. But you couldn't blame Ben, seeing as he was so shit at feelings. However, he was clearly trying. "I only want you," his head rested against your thigh, "Despite what the news outlets say," Ben's eyes meet with yours again, "Crimson's just publicity."

His words oozed sincerity, and he meant them. He wanted you to forget the argument, and focus on him. On you, as a couple.