Benjy stumbled when the door opened. It was almost like he forgot that it could or would open. He had been content just yelling nothing at the door, getting his frustrations out. Once he caught himself from tripping backwards over air, he leveled a look at Oliver that tried to look angry but was really just pathetic.
"You're ruining everything! Why are you here?" It was Oliver's flat. That's right. God, he really needed to never drink again. Maybe starting tomorrow. Tomorrow he would start the process of not fucking up anymore. He obviously couldn't start tonight though. Just showing up here was going to get him in trouble.