Each moment, Benjy was feeling a little more clear headed and a little more nauseous. When Oliver said that he loved him too, Benjy snapped his head to look at him, almost harshly. "Why? Why do you love me? I've done nothing but hurt you." He sighed and went back to staring ahead of him.
Oliver was right. It wasn't going to change anything. "I don't know. Because I'm drunk and stupid and I can't stay away even though I know I should."