"Which son of a bitch have I gotta kill?" His eyes widened as soon as you barrelled into his arms, his hands cautiously moving to your lower back to steady you.

Ben then glanced down at you, amd his brow furrowed at the sight of your outfit. Date gone wrong? Clearly. "I told you," the fact you needed someone older went unsaid.

He could be that man. Mature, wise.. Ben was nearly both of those. Barely.

"Fuckin' infants can't give you what you need, fuck, no," he soothed in his own Ben way.