Ben let out a long breath. She had to start there, didn't she? Despite having a career that required him to drink nearly every day of the week, Ben didn't often get so intoxicated he couldn't remember the night before — or at least, he didn't do that anymore, now that he'd left his twenties behind and become a father. He wasn't particularly proud of that behavior, so he didn't want to put it on display too much through his answers, but admitting to the extent of it seemed unavoidable.
He leaned on the counter and tried to consider how to start. "I wasn't working last night. You probably already knew that. I went to the Three Broomsticks because I didn't want to come home," he admitted. "I've been feeling really... trapped. Like it doesn't matter what I do, the outcome is always the same. When I came home I was going to tell you everything. All the things you forgot that I haven't wanted to talk about. I was pretty sure you were going to leave me." Or that she was going to say something that would drive him to leave her, but he left that part out of his verbal explanation. He glanced up at Melody across the kitchen. "I don't remember why you didn't."
He leaned on the counter and tried to consider how to start. "I wasn't working last night. You probably already knew that. I went to the Three Broomsticks because I didn't want to come home," he admitted. "I've been feeling really... trapped. Like it doesn't matter what I do, the outcome is always the same. When I came home I was going to tell you everything. All the things you forgot that I haven't wanted to talk about. I was pretty sure you were going to leave me." Or that she was going to say something that would drive him to leave her, but he left that part out of his verbal explanation. He glanced up at Melody across the kitchen. "I don't remember why you didn't."
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