Ben pouted again, but couldn't help the grin that formed when Ronan kissed him. He rolled his eyes as the story of their first meeting was recounted. He wondered if someday they'd be telling it to their grandchildren, and then reminded himself that it was too fucking soon to be thinking of that.
"He's never going to let me live that down," he told Atlas, pretending to pout again. "And who wants to be normal? That would be boring." He took another sip of his martini, finishing it off, and then grinned at Atlas.
"I suppose I should give you the 'you hurt my friend, I'll hurt you' speech, but Minerva is more than capable of doing that herself. So instead, I'll just say we should all have drinks sometime." He beamed happily, resting his head back against Ronan's shoulder.