Art was right, he supposed; sex was sex, and having it was better than not having it. Probably. The next question was where to get one, which presumably Art would know the answer to — but Ben was distracted from asking it by his friend's reference to one of those potions. He knew, of course, exactly what kind of potion Art was talking about, or at least he thought he did. The idea that Art would have any knowledge of them, however, was so foreign that for a moment Ben wondered if he'd misheard.

"Yeah. Have you ever... used one?" he asked tentatively. This was not a question he had ever expected to ask, because it related to a space that was far too personal for him to really want to know about. If Art and Dez had ever had an aborted pregnancy, that was none of his business — but there was something appealing about knowing, too, because it would mean that Ben wasn't entirely alone in all of the shit that he was currently experiencing. He couldn't share the details of the elopement with Art, and he couldn't tell him what the dynamic between him and Melody was like at the moment, or why — but if they had this experience in common then maybe Ben could at least say that, and the idea of sharing something was appealing. He wasn't used to having secrets from Art, and he didn't like it.