Benny sat in his car a few minutes before deciding to go back to the loft. Still his house too, damn it. He sped down the road, trying not to think of Mark's anger and its justification.
"Maureen, you're drunk."
"Not so drunk that I dunno what I'm doing," she slurred.
She kissed Benny, wrapping her arms around his neck. He started to push her away, but he'd been drinking too. His resistance weakened and his arms circled her waist, pulling her closer to him.
Benny shook his head. "Stupid, stupid, stupid."
Collins and Mark stood silent in the elevator back up to the waiting room.
"Sooner or later, you're gonna have to talk to him," Collins said.
"Don't have to do anything."
Collins rolled his eyes as he followed Mark out of the elevator. Maureen was just heading back to the waiting room.
"Where'd you go?" Mark asked.
"Visit Roger. Say goodnight."
"Visiting hours are over."
"Yeah, I know. Nurse Ratchett over there kicked me out."
"Where's Benny?"
"Left."
Mark glanced down the hallway then stared at Maureen. "Left?"
"Mark, quit being paranoid! Yes, he left. About thirty seconds after you. You want to go see the security tape?"
Collins watched them both and wondered what the hell he'd missed working up at M.I.T.
