It's the most exciting night Benedict's had in ages. He spends most of the short walk to Silver's flat laughing, half at the events at the Benbow and half at his own obvious drunkenness. Not only is he glad for Silver there to support him, but he finds that he enjoys the feeling of that strong arm wrapped around him.

And most importantly, Benedict notes that Silver hasn't put him in a cab to send him home. Silver is taking him to his flat.

He smiles at Silver, just admiring him while the man gets them inside the apartment.

"So does my brother. But not nearly so spectacularly."

Benedict laughs again, this time at the mental image of Anthony slamming someone on to a table, and he stumbles a bit.