"Oh, it's a Muggle thing. It's put in Bloody Mary's, and other things," Ben explained. "I used to be a bartender, and when I worked in Muggle pubs, I couldn't go around handing out hangover potions, so I improvised. Though, a lot of headaches can be cured with nothing but the right amount of pressure in certain spots." It was something else he'd picked up along the way, when he'd been working in different Muggle areas.
"Yes, he's a good friend," he said, grinning. "Plus, Dale's my best friend, so it's kind of hard not to know Patrick." He smirked. "Plus, he's great in bed." He almost wished he could go back to being that person, who fucked around just for the fun of it, but he couldn't. Not yet, and maybe not ever.
Ben had absolutely no idea what to say to that, so focused on the last bit instead. "No, I won't feel any remorse for that," he said. "I really, really won't." He was surprised at the force with which he meant that, and a year ago he'd be horrified at himself, but not now. Not after everything that had happened.