"Funny. Living on your floor isn't one of my life-long dreams. I made you buy an air-mattress for your apartment in the city, so I could stay over. Er, sorry." He made himself stop before he gave away anything too damning.
Ben nodded. "That's good to know. I won't feel as bad." If he stayed then maybe he could help. Or at least find out for May where their dad was getting off to. He would try, at least.
Sighing, he squeezed his eyes shut to try and regroup. Like the subject of whose fault his accident had been, this wasn't a topic that was going to get them anywhere happy. "So, uh, how long've you been here?" There. Something slightly more neutral.