Ben hid a smile. "It's okay," he said. "My place isn't exactly the tidiest right now either."
After a moment's uncertainty he went and sat on the couch, wincing with relief as the pressure eased off his bad leg. He flopped back into the cushions, thinking that he might never have been quite so comfortable in his whole life. In less than a minute, he'd collapsed somewhat to the side so that he was half sitting with his feet on the floor and half lying in the soft embrace of the cushions. "Come sit," he murmured, raising a hand to beckon Hector over. He'd forgotten that drunk Ben could be demanding sometimes. "Do dishes later."