Benji was sitting in front of a computer terminal picking at pizza with a beer to his left (it's not as good as back home) and rap music blaring around his ears. He was playing a computer game, but kept dying because he just wasn't that into it. Killing things just didn't seem that cool right now.

He sighed, thinking back to Jane and Ethan congratulating him on a successful takedown. Will had shaken his hand and nodded. He was up on the adrenaline for a while, but once that had dropped, he'd sunk. He wasn't sleeping well, suffering from nightmares where he'd wake up in such an acute state of fear that he found it easier just to stay awake. Even if that meant he was completely knackered all of the time.

"Hey, you'll be fine, Benj. You learn eventually that it just comes with the job. You protected Will, c'mon, that's cool. And it's not like you've not left people for dead before."

Ethan was referring to the prison breakout. Which was true enough. But there, someone was always around to help. And he could just look away. He didn't do it. He didn't have a gun in his hands, and point it at someone else and take their life from them.

Benji supposed he needed to toughen up, really, if he wanted to stay in the field. It was just, difficult to. He wanted the right to mope about it on his own without Jane trying to mother him or Ethan trying to cheer him up. He hadn't even seen Will. Christ knows where he'd ended up.

He was back in the game and tried to focus his attention on it. Things must be bad when he couldn't even kill zombies for fun. Seemingly in the time it had taken for him to respawn, one of his internet buddies had left the game. Without so much as a goodbye. Benji felt mildly hurt. The guy was cool, after all.

The door opened behind him, and he ignored it until Will was standing over his shoulder staring at the screen. Benji could tell it was him because he wore pretentious aftershave that made him sneeze. And sneeze he did. Just as a zombie pounced him. He groaned.

"You're getting your ass kicked without me, buddy."

Benji spun round in his seat in shock, "That was you?"

Will smiled a very proud and very smug smile. "Uh-huh. It's not hard to find you once I found out your username. Which was on your Facebook."
"You're on Facebook and you didn't add me?"

"I did. You just haven't checked yet."

Will sat down beside him and logged on to a computer, opening the game and rejoining just in time to smack a zombie in the head with an axe just as it tried to eat Benji.

"Saved your life."

"I had that."
"Sure you did."

Will reached over and stole some of Benji's half cold pizza.

"What?" he asked, his mouth full of pizza. "You're just pulling it apart. It's meant to be eaten not played with."

Benji rolled his eyes and took a bite, washing it down with beer. He cringed. Will opened a can.

"What?"
"You seriously need to try English beer. I'll ship some over. This stuff is not good."
"Whatever."
"No, really. Just like your coffee and tea. They're both terrible too."

Will snorted. Benji took a hit for Will.

"Thanks."

Benji shrugged, "What for?"

"You saved me, Benj. You didn't kill someone. You caught me. Just like you said you would."

Benji gulped down the lump in his throat and shot a zombie that was about to eat Will. Will couldn't help but smile as Benji wiped something out of the corner of his eye in a move that looked like he was trying to disguise it with an itch, and then drank more beer. He smiled back almost tensely as he set the can down and blinked back the tears that were starting to sting his eyes and muttered, in a strained voice.

"Saved your life."