Oh look it's Benny POV! sorry it's short
Benny paced around the apartment.
Bad Cop had fallen back asleep, exhausted. This time, he rested peacefully, and even his customary frown had relaxed, making him look years younger. It was hard to reconcile this man who'd had a complete mental breakdown in Benny's arms with the one who had for years loomed over the Master Builders like a dark storm cloud. Bad Cop had been synonymous with Lord Business. Everyone knew that even Good Cop was not to be messed with – despite his name, there were rumors that he was the truly dangerous one. Benny wouldn't know. He'd never met Good Cop, and it was starting to look like he never would.
Benny tried to imagine what it would be like to have half of himself ripped away, but he couldn't even begin.
He felt helpless.
Last night had been fun, more so than he'd expected. Bad Cop was turning out to be surprisingly good company. Benny had a natural ability to make himself at home wherever he went, because he loved people, loved interacting with them, but he'd still been a bit worried about how Bad Cop would react to him. And then… despite Bad Cop's prickly demeanor, despite his history, it was somehow so easy for Benny to relax around him. Maybe it was because of the first time Benny had visited, when he'd seen the state he was living in. He'd looked awful. Benny had realized that Emmet was wrong – Bad Cop wasn't wallowing in self-pity. It was something that ran much deeper than that.
Benny had never been so unhappy about being right.
Last night had been fun. He'd felt like he was helping. Bad Cop had looked happy. Benny hadn't meant to fall asleep, but it had been such a long day, and, contrary to popular belief, his energy was not boundless. In retrospect, he was kind of surprised Bad Cop hadn't pushed him off. Benny was kinda glad he hadn't.
Waking up, though, was another story entirely. They'd somehow ended up tangled together (which Benny was very firmly not thinking about), and he'd slowly become aware of Bad Cop twitching.
Then Bad Cop had started screaming.
To say it was an alarming experience was a gross understatement. He had to struggle to keep Bad Cop from thrashing around, had to shout to wake him up.
And the things Bad Cop had told him…
Benny shivered.
This was bad. He didn't know how to deal with stuff like this. It wasn't anything he'd ever had to deal with before. He thought about maybe calling Emmet for help, but decided against it. What Bad Cop had told him had been told in confidence. It wasn't Benny's place to bring in other people.
He chewed on his thumb as he thought. Was there anything he really could do? Maybe all he could do was be there. Be a friend. Be a support.
Sighing, he walked over to the couch and sat on the floor, leaning his back against it. He wanted to be there when Bad Cop woke up.