Ben Braeden {TFW 2.0} (

He pokes his head through the shirt to look by the door where Jacob mentioned his shirt was before looking down at the one he was currently wearing. "Oh, then this is...yours." He swallows, frowning.

Ben moves to get up and pick up his shirt, trying to think of what he needs to say to fill the odd silence that is definitely going to build and get worse. Probably make his head spin faster in the long run, too. "So," he starts, trying to decipher what the hell he wants to say.

It takes another beat of looking at his shirt in his hands before Ben just blurts out, "Do you like breakfast?" Oh yeah, he feels incredibly dumb right now.

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