"Well, Mr. Wolfe, provided that you have someone stay with you, I don't see why you can't go home tonight." Said Dr. Raynor as she looked over his chart.

Ryan frowned. "Why does someone have to stay with me?"

"Well, according to your chart, you're currently taking Prozac for OCD, correct?" She was impatient when people asked her questions about her job when she knew she was right.

He blushed. "Yeah. I am."

"And you have low blood pressure."

"Yeah…"

"We have you on a pretty intense antibiotic which, when coupled with Prozac, may further thin your blood. Add low blood pressure, and the risk that you'll feel dizzy or even experience bouts of fainting is too high for you to be alone for the next few days." Having put him in his place, she smiled and walked towards the door. "So I would highly recommend that you stay with someone for the next three or four days." She nodded to him and Benny, and walked out.

Ryan looked at the floor, memorizing the way his feet looked on the tiles. It was late—almost eleven o'clock—but the lights from the city flooded in through the window, leaving a various crisscross pattern on the room.

"So…I can stay with you." Said Benny softly from behind him. "If you want. It doesn't really matter to me." They had shared an unambiguous moment, but she was not yet ready to put herself "out there" to the point where she thought he felt she was pining to spend time with him.

Ryan turned and looked at her, breathing in her appearance as the light shone in behind her, creating a beautiful silhouette. Her shoulders were hanging low, and she looked somehow so old in that moment. It struck him how much she must have suffered because of him. How she still took him to the ER, and stayed with him all day. He stepped towards her, bringing a smile to both their faces.

"I'd like it if you stayed with me." His voice was barely a whisper, but she nodded in acknowledgement.

"I just have to get a few things, then we can go to your place. You want to come in?" They were sitting in her car, in her driveway, in front of her new house. Ryan had never been there.

I wonder when she moved in here. "Sure. I'd love to."

Ryan waited as she undid the multiple locks on her door, and then swung it open to reveal a darkened home. I guess she's still worried about strangers. He followed her inside as she flicked on a few lights, then disappeared into what he presumed was her bedroom.

"You want a drink or anything?" She called from her bedroom.

"I'm not really supposed to drink on this antibiotic." He responded, walking through her living room, admiring in the OCD part of his mind her meticulous attention to detail.

Her laugh floated in from the other room. "I know that! I have drinks here that don't have alcohol, you know."

Now it was Ryan's turn to laugh. "I'm alright, thanks."

After a few minutes, she returned, a black duffel bag in hand. He recognized it, with a strange churning sensation in his stomach, as her handy overnight bag, the one she had brought to his house so many time when they were dating.

When we were dating…

"All set?" Her voice brought him from his reverie. He nodded and followed her back out the door. He watched in fascination as she locked all three locks, unlocked the second, unlocked the third, locked the second, unlocked the first, locked the third, then locked the first.

I guess this is how it looks to an outsider. He had often considered how his obsessive-compulsive tendencies might appear to a non-sufferer, and he was intrigued to observe her behaviour.

She smiled when she turned back to face him, a smile he hadn't seen in a long time. Benjamin had many smiles; the fake, professional smile she put on for strangers, her childish grin when she was feeling hyper, her genuinely contented smile, her perfected smile for pictures, and her completely excited smile, to name a few.

Right now, she smiled at him like she was truly happy in what she was doing. He couldn't help but smile back.

Those eyes…

In the car on the way to his apartment, Ryan thought about Benny's smile. How he hadn't noticed in the past few months that she was not smiling in her genuinely happy way. How he should have realized her malcontent. How much he owed her for just giving him a second chance.

If I'm not the luckiest guy in the world…He smiled, genuinely happy, he realized, for the first time in a long time.