"I think I came here to kill him." Or try to, anyway. But a glaring weakness was that he'd never quite learned how to fight dirty, and Ben would've been at least eleven years ahead of him with that. The world didn't play nice, after all. "Or because you promised food and whiskey. I'm not sure. But I sure as hell didn't mean to spill my guts to a total stranger with my face." But it had helped, and all of his thick walls came crumbling down for just a minute. "It's a handsome face, but [...]" He shook his head and reached for his glass. Yeah, handsome. And Alec couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever get there.
"Sorry." But he hated Ben more than he could begin to pity him. He felt for Max, who'd been forced to deal with it all, but Ben? Fuck him. "For [...] considering it. If you want me to go, I'll go. I'll be fine. The world is my oyster."