After finishing the investigation, Benoit returned to his home in New York. His partner, Phillip, sat on the sofa reading a newspaper as Benoit entered. It was like he didn't even move since he left.
"Did you get the clam chowder?" He asked.
"No. I did not get the clam chowder." Benoit sassed.
"Oh. Well, did you solve a murder?" He turned a page in his newspaper.
"Two murders. Same perp." Benoit threw himself on the couch beside his partner, "Phil, tell me. And, and be honest. If you're invited to a party under an assumed name that's a colour, how do you dress?"
Phillip put down the newspaper. "I'd… dress all in that colour."
"All in that colour." Benoit smiled, "You know, you keep me sane, did you know that?"
"Yes, Benny. I know." He rubbed Benoit's back in comfort, "I know."