[Apologies for slowness - work kicked my arse!]
It was late, which meant Ben was more awake than ever, buzzing even, every nerve ending sparkling and fizzing. He'd not made a huge night of it at the club, had been overcome with the desire to leave the dancefloor and walk barefoot down the street, feeling the concrete still warm from the day beneath his feet. Instinct had carried him back to Pax Letale and home. He swung the door to the lobby open carelessly, finding himself face to face with a neighbour he didn't recognise - so few of him that he did, even when straight, that it wasn't a great surprise.
"Hello," he grinned, looking far more overjoyed to greet a stranger than anyone should.