The moment Rey stepped into the flat, she simply dropped everything from her hands and reached for the almond brittle Ben & Jerry's she'd seen Ben recently store in their freezer just days earlier, and sighed in relief. Ice cream. At least ice cream wouldn't judge her or force her to make choices.

"Rey?" she heard and raised her head to find Ben standing by the door frame.

He looked worried and worn out from his shift in the hospital. Ben was an oncologist and a surgeon, and from what she knew, he'd spent the last 20 hours in three different surgeries, and should probably be asleep right now. She had hoped he'd be asleep right now, so she wouldn't need to face him.

"Hey," she muttered. "You're home."

"Yeah," he lowered his eyes. "I visited my parents. Han said hi."

Han and Leia, Ben's parents, lived close to the hospital and actually owned part of it with his uncle Luke. The Skywalker-Solo bunch was a lovely trio of people who were always kind to her and were quick to adopt Rey and Sabé into their life when they moved to the United States, knowing the old woman was friends with Leia and Luke's mother, Padmé. Leia, the living stereotype of the modern Jewish mother, was always trying to get Ben and Rey together, much to her son's embarrassment.

"Are they well?" she asked.

She really liked Ben's parents. They were good people.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Mum said she talked to your grandmother recently, they ran into each other on a shopping spree or something."

Rey only nodded and Ben stepped closer to the kitchen, analysing her face.

"Is that ice cream?" he questioned, and she confirmed, giving him space to get a spoon and sit down, prompting her to sit by his side.

The two just continued in silence for a long moment until he finally said something.

"Are you okay?"

Rey frowned and turned to him, finding Ben frowning and intensely staring at her.

"Huh?"

"You're not talking to me," he muttered. "I mean… You've been kinda weird lately and… Did I do something wrong? Did I..."

She dropped her spoon, shaking her head.

"No, no," she interrupted him. "You… You didn't do anything."

He waited, and she moved a hand to her hair, pushing it back and sighing.

"There's just…a lot going on," she decided. "And I don't know how to deal with it and I get weird when I'm stressed about stuff, you know that."

He nodded and put a full spoon of ice cream into his mouth, which dragged her eyes right to his plushy pink links. Dammit, if she could only kiss them once again and keep the memory, knowing he would remember it.

"Do you want me to beat anyone up?" he asked softly.

Rey smiled. This was Ben, the guy who couldn't talk much about his feelings and was sometimes anxious but cared for her anyway.

"No," she decided, feeling her stomach flipping for a moment. "I'll manage things with them eventually?"

He raised an eyebrow.

"Too many people?"

"Sort of," she sighed. "Two people."

One and a half, maybe? Does a baby count as a full person? - She questioned herself.

"Is there any way I can help?"

Rey just shook her head.

"I don't think so, Ben," she confessed, unable to look into his eyes. "Not with this. It's a mess I got myself into, so I have to get out alone too."

He reached his hand out and touched hers, squeezing it gently in his warmth.

"I'm here if you need me," he affirmed, staring into her eyes. "Please, know that."