"Benny…"

"What's the matter?" he asks softly. I haven't seen him since the funeral, and even then he didn't stay for long. One minute he was beside Collins and the next he was gone.

"Nothing…" I manage to say, wiping a mixture of rain and tears from my face.

"Well, you're obviously crying…and as far as I know, from experience, crying means there's something wrong."

"How do you know it's not the rain?" I ask, getting slightly annoyed…slightly.

"Look, are you okay or not?" he asks, frustration growing in his voice.

"I told you I'm fine."

He lets out a sigh. "Then why are you out in the rain like this?"

"Because I want to…" I turn my face, trying to stifle the sobs.

"Is this about Roger?"

"Holy fuck Benny. What's with all the interrogating?" I ask trying to sound as harsh as I could but I think it was more of a soft whisper than anything else.

He looks at me for a minute and shakes his head. "Fine, suit yourself." He says before walking away. Why am being such a bitch…I need comforting right now…and Benny's always been good at comforting me…

"Wait, Benny…" He turns around to face me again. "Where are you going?"

"Uhhh…my house?"

"Oh, right…is Alison home?"

He looks at me for a moment and shakes his head. "No…she's out of town with her parents."

"Oh…" We stand there for what seems like hours, looking around.

"Well, do you wanna stop by for some coffee or something?" he asks, breaking the awkward silence. I look at him and nod, not saying anything. He smiles at me and takes off his coat.

"Here…" He says as he puts it around my shoulders, "it's freezing out here."

"Make yourself at home Meems. I'll go and make us some coffee." He says as he shuts the door behind us. The house was beautiful. No wonder Benny hasn't dumped her yet; these people were ridiculously rich.

I sit down on their black leather couch and cast a look around as Benny walks back in the living room with two cups of coffee.

"So how've you been?" he asks as he hands me my cup and sits down beside me. It's been awhile since him and I have talked like this. I kinda missed it.

I shrug as I take a sip of my coffee, "Alright I guess…"

He nods his head and we both sit in silence with our coffee in hand.

"So how are you and Alison?" I ask, breaking the silence.

"Hmm? Oh…we're doing okay…I mean…every couple have an argument now and then." He says casually before taking a sip of his coffee.

I nod my head and let out a sigh. And we sit through another moment of silence.

"We've been fighting a lot lately." He points out.

"About what?" I ask putting my cup down on the table.

"Everything…" he says softly, "Sometimes I wonder why I put myself through this. I love her to death…but…damn. She can be so stubborn."

What exactly do I say to that? We all knew that Benny's only with Alison for the money. He always said he loves her…and we always said we knew better.

He looks at me with sad eyes and smiles. "But anyway…how are you holding up? I talked to Collins the other night."

Collins never told us he talked to Benny. Why wouldn't he tell us? "I'm not sure how I am right now…" I tell him truthfully.

He nods his head and absent-mindedly puts his hand on my knee. He realizes what he just did and pulls back quickly. "Sorry…"

"It's okay…" I say softly. I look up at him and he looks away. "Well I better go. They're probably looking for me…"

"Yeah…umm…I'll uhhh…walk you out." He says as he stands up. He walks me to the door and I turn around to face him.

"Thanks Benny." I begin to say, "It was really nice to see you again."

He nods his head and smiles. I reach in to give me a hug and he puts his hands on my back. I feel his lips brush against my cheek and before I get a chance to stop myself, my lips found his and he retaliates with a more passionate kiss.

One minute we were already outside, saying our goodbyes, the next we were on the bed in his bedroom, with our clothes thrown on the floor, my arms around his neck and he's kissing along my collarbone like Roger used to do…Roger…

"Benny…" I whisper, breathing deeply.

"Hmm…"

My mouth couldn't form the words I wanna say. He rubs my arm and kisses my lips softly. This isn't right…I thought this is what I needed…comfort…but…I'm not feeling any better than I did when I first walked in through the front door.

"Benny…I've gotta go…" I whisper softly, between breaths. He raises himself up with his arms so he's looking down at me. He stares at me for a moment and pulls away before lying on his back next to me.

"Do you remember when we were still together? Four years ago?" he says softly, staring at the ceiling, "Before I met Alison, and before you met Roger." I nod my head, not saying anything, "I told you that I loved you…do you remember?" I look at him and he looks back at me, "I wasn't lying…you probably thought I was…but I wasn't." He sits up on the bed and I do the same as I pull the blankets up to cover my body. He laughs to himself and shakes his head, "It's funny how things work out the way they do, don't they?"

I nod and I put my head on his shoulder. "But you still love her…and I still love Roger."

It was his turn to nod his head. "I still love Alison…and you love Roger…"

"I'm sorry for putting you through all this…" I whisper.

He shakes his head, "Don't be…"

I smile to myself and he kisses the top of my head gently.