* Disclaimer: I do not own Benny and Joon, nor do I own any characters. I'm just here to write a story*

Later that night, June stood in her kitchen, blankly staring at the canvas.

"Would you mind checking on her?" Ben asked through the phone. "I don't want Sam to worry."

"Right, Sam's the worried one. Okay, I'll see how she's doing." Ruthie knocked on June's apartment door. She heard footsteps shuffle towards the door. June answered, and Ruthie's eyes immediately left June's face to the paint splattered night shirt.

"Having trouble sleeping?"

June twitched, nodding her head to the left. "A little."

"Me too. Let's go have some tea, would you like that?"

June nodded, following Ruthie to her apartment across the hall.

"It's... kind of odd. Now." June said, as she gingerly curled into Ruthie's couch. She crossed her arms. "We haven't spent a night apart in...I...don't remember how to sleep without him." she shook her head. Ruthie tried to meet her eyes, but June's remained on a fixed spot on the floor as she attempted to wriggle herself into a more comfortable position.

Ruthie smiled as she set the teas down on the coffee table. "He'll be back tomorrow. 'Til then, let's try a sort of sleepover, okay?"

Finally, June's humored eyes met Ruthie's. "I'm about 20 years too old for that. And, I've- I've never had one."

"Well, I think we can make an exception for tonight. Want to watch a movie?" June looked away, with tinges of a smile on her lips.

"Sam had me watch "The Apartment" when I moved here." She looked up. "Shirley MacLaine."

Ruthie smiled. They were already rubbing off on eachother. "I've never seen that one. Why don't we get it?"