Benson swung his legs back and forth, staring out the window of his apartment. "Hm," he mused, wondering what he should do. It had been two days since he'd had that little chat with Skips and he had to admit, his therapist was right. Talking to a friend does help. He couldn't help wonder if Skips was bothered by it. Even though he said it was fine numerous times...

He sighed, shaking his head. He really had to stop thinking about it or he was going to convince himself of something that wasn't true. He stood up and walked over to the window. There was the park. He could see it clear as day. Everything seemed normal; everything seemed okay. Maybe for once he could actually believe Mordecai and Rigby.

Although this free time was nice for the first few days, it was beginning to get hard to fill the day. He got bored so often and it was times like those that strange thoughts enveloped him. He groaned, rubbing his forehead, "No. Don't think about it. You're fine. You're making progress."

A knock from the door forced him to leave the window and see who it was. He guessed it was probably his sister since he'd left his apartment key when he'd last visited. She'd told him she'd return it as soon as she could.

"Benson," she dangled the key in her hand, "Here you go."

"Thanks," he took it from her and tossed it on the counter.

"So, how are you?" she walked inside. "I mean, how's everything going? You seem a lot better than you did a little while ago, so I presume the therapy is going alright?"

"I guess," he rubbed his head. He didn't really want to talk about it.

As if sensing that, his sister changed the subject, "You thinking about going back to work soon?"

"Actually, I have been thinking about it. Just having something to think about seems like it'll be easier on me. Work would help with that."

"But what if you get too stressed?"

"If they understand my situation... then maybe I can just leave. I am the park manager."

"I suppose... Just take care of yourself, alright?"

"I'm working on it," he replied.

"Well, I'd better get going. I've got to do some shopping. I'll see you around, right?" she headed toward the door, giving him a worried look when he didn't respond as fast as she wanted him to.

"Yes, you will," he said. "Go on, I'll be fine, okay?"

She sighed, "Okay. Goodbye, Bro."

About a half hour after she left, Benson did as well. Grabbing a sweater and his keys, he headed down to the lobby of the apartment and got into his car. He sat there for a while, hoping nobody would make him uncomfortable at the park, since it seemed as if every fucking human who worked there now knew.

He drove down the street to the park. It took him only minutes, but he didn't quite feel like walking that day. It looked like it might rain, too. He quickly parked his car and got out, entering the gates. Nobody was around. "Well, I guess it's break time," he checked his watch. He imagined Mordecai and Rigby were probably inside playing video games. Muscle man and Fives were probably on the computer. Skips working on a car, Thomas was probably with either Muscle man's group or Mordecai's. He shrugged. Everyone was probably doing something.

As he approached the door, he began to get nervous. His heart began to beat faster and he reached in his pocket for his cigarette pack only to remember Skips had confiscated it. "Damn it," he hissed. In the heat of the moment, he pushed the door open, not intending to slam it but having it slam anyway.

Mordecai and Rigby jumped in the living room. "B-Benson?" Mordecai nearly yelled. "What are you doing here?"

Finding them doing exactly what he expected them to was almost relieving. It was normal, it was comforting. It was home. Yes, he didn't belong at his apartment all day long. So what if he was having a hard time? Being surrounded by friends (yes, he had come to consider the annoying duo as friends) was much better. "Sorry for startling you," he coughed awkwardly.

"No, it's totally cool," Mordecai waved his arms in front of himself. Rigby nodded.

"We were just surprised to see you here is all," Rigby said.

Benson sighed, but it wasn't an aggravated one. "Yeah, I bet... But I'm back."

"For good?" Rigby asked.

"I guess," Benson replied, not really thinking about it. "I'd better talk to Pops."

"Oh, okay!" Mordecai said. "But it's good to have you back, man."

"Yeah," Rigby nodded.

"Thanks," Benson rubbed his head. He wasn't used to hearing these kinds of things from them. It made him feel better about his choice to come back though. "It's nice to see you two again as well."

They gave him goofy smiles before he retreated to the upstairs hallway to go find Pops. He found him within minutes in his office. He gave the open door a small knock to get his attention.

"Benson!" Pops laughed that familiar laugh.

"Hi, Pops," he waved.

"Why, what on earth are you doing here? This is quite the surprise!"

"Yeah," he mumbled. "I was thinking of coming back."

"Oh?" Pops seemed confused.

"Yeah... I mean I know I was taking some time off, but to tell you the truth, I think I'm better off here. When I step into this house, it feels like home. It feels more like home than my own apartment does. Days and nights there just feels cold now," he sighed. "I just think I need to be back here right now."

"I see," Pops mused over the thought. "If that's what you think, then I encourage you to come back. We all do miss you, after all."

Benson chuckled softly, "Thanks for saying so. But.. do you mind if I start again tomorrow?"

"Of course not, take your time, Benson," Pops smiled.

"Thanks again," Benson excused himself. He walked back down the stairs, careful not to disturb Mordecai and Rigby's game. He didn't want to talk to them all that much again. He felt it would just be awkward. No, he was going to find Skips. He wanted to ask him what he thought about all this.

No matter what, Benson figured he'd be supportive.