When she stood, Ben blinked and looked up at her, tilting his head to the side as he set the picture down and watched her for a long moment, "You don't have to change it, I like it in your room. I've dreamed of spending many nights here, it's a bit heavy on the pastels, I fear, but it's comforting to be near you."
Ben lifted a hand towards her own, pulling her back down onto the bed with him and shook his head, "I've been drinking because I have to, to numb the feelings, the feelings I shouldn't be harboring, or thinking. They're too much of a distraction, and they're too dangerous."
He held her hand, then looked back towards her, "I should be stronger than this."