Ben closed his eyes and tried to remember what time he'd left the Three Broomsticks last night. Probably close to midnight, if he'd had to guess. This didn't narrow down the window of time he was missing very precisely, but it did indicate that it hadn't been terribly large. That made the fact that they had ended up sharing a room for the night all the more baffling. He hadn't expected the conversation to go well at all, but he certainly hadn't expected it to go well in an hour or less.

He pulled the blanket back down so that he could look at her. "Did we talk about everything we were supposed to?" This question was very deliberately phrased to not include any direct references to what they were supposed to talk about, because he didn't necessarily want to reopen any conversations. The question, really, was whether those conversations were really closed or whether he'd passed the point of sensibility somewhere in the middle of them. He hoped it was the former, but given the magnitude of his hangover this morning, he couldn't really bank on it.

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