Ben did not make a habit of reading Witch Weekly, and although his wife did he hadn't even seen her since Saturday, when he'd handed over the sleeping potion he'd bought for her. He was entirely oblivious to the fact that his face was on the cover of the most recent issue, then, despite the fact that the woman at the front desk had given him a look when he'd arrived that morning. Sometimes people just gave him looks, though, and at least half of the time it wasn't even his fault. The downside of being the sort of person people liked to talk about — he rarely knew everything of what they were saying. He'd long since left off trying to keep up; it would sort itself out sooner or later.

Being in the office at all was a holdover from January, when he'd cleared out all of the paperwork from his home office in an effort to remove any papers that Melody would have access to if she decided to go snooping again. He wasn't used to being here all day when he could be working from home just as easily, but it was probably a good habit to get into. They'd have to take the study apart to make room for a nursery soon, anyway.

Since Ben wasn't even particularly used to being in his office himself, he was certainly not used to receiving visitors here, and he was notably surprised when Art showed up at the door. He raised an eyebrow and echoed back, "Hey."