The highlight of Benedict's week is when Silver (John, he comes to learn is his first name) comes by. They never seem to run out of things to say, but if there are lulls in conversation, it never feels awkward. Benedict is more than happy to quietly moon after Silver while the man bustles around the kitchen, anyway, and for the first time in ages, Benedict is excited to show off his progress in his projects. He's working on one painting in particular and Silver's enthusiasm for seeing it come along gives Benedict plenty of inspiration to keep working at it.

His mother seems happy that it's working out. She's glad that Benedict is actually eating real foods, and when she brings it up there's a certain smile she gets that Benedict can't quite discern. He puts it down to her being pleased that she's keeping him well fed even when he doesn't live with her anymore.

Tonight, he's excited to get home and shove some pasta in his face. Silver's been kind enough to make some cheesy pastas to store in the freezer for the nights Benedict's out at some party or showing and gets in late. There's been a rather interesting showing in this part of the city, and such exhibits are only made better with drinking, so Benedict and his friends are already a bit tipsy when one of them mentions this particular pub has the best drunk food you could want. Benedict can't really resist a good fish and chips and a pint, and fortunately there's a table with just enough room for them to squeeze into. And their server is an artist herself, which makes it all the better.

A bit into his second pint, Benedict excuses himself to use the bathroom. He squeezes out from the table and moves around everyone that's standing by the bar to drink, and that's when he finds himself face to face with Silver.

"John!" He says it with no small amount of delight, because, honestly, what are they odds?