There were times when he might fall, and others where stumbling led to a sleep with his face flat on the grubby floor, but Ben at least had a heart in the right place. For all the constant teasing of Sev, her whoopee cushions of hats and whatever other ridiculous thing or nickname he invented for her, there was a caring there. After all, how could there not be? He'd known this one since she ran around in diapers and puked all over people's shoulders. If that didn't draw people fundamentally closer these days, then what the Hell did?
Where that was great, he wasn't exactly comfortable with going around proclaiming his love for the little sister, but assumed she knew it no matter how much he dallied around the subject. Sev was bringing the whiskey, so what wasn't to love about that? He was telling himself that wasn't the only reason he'd decided to come and meet her rather than demand she come to his place on her own. Whatever she'd be expecting from his place, likely wouldn't be what she'd find.
Pushing all that aside, the elder brother was finding his way along the usual route to this St. Jude's. His sister staying in a shelter? I don't think so. If only their parents could see them now, he might have to give Mom a call just to boast about the fact he was taking her in for a while out of the kindness of his heart. It was always better to report back in with the 'rents when you had something positive to tell them, that way they couldn't moan on so much.
Spotting the dark-haired figure clunking along with bottles like a one-man band, he crossed the road to the other side and raised a hand in greeting for a few seconds the closer they got. "Who is that stranger I see up ahead?" He called out, smirking though well aware he wasn't exactly looking too smart. He didn't really feel the cold so a black shirt and jeans he told himself didn't need replacing yet were the coverings of choice, hair bearing the effects of starting the plans for his novel. Closer, closer, closer... come to me little Sevvybear.