"Your brother does not want to meet Vane," he assures, and once they get into the apartment he winds up closing the door with his foot, making sure Benedict actually coems through safely.

Jesus. He's rumpled, he's laughing, his face is flushed... Benedict looks absolutely divine, and if he were any other man Silver would probably have pushed him against the wall right behind the Benbow.

But he's Benedict, and as much as silver finds him attractive, he'd rather they continue to talk than waste that. Plus, he's very, very drunk. There are boundaries, and ones he doesn't intend to cross.

Instead, he puts his keys on the kitchen counter and helps the other to the futon that serves as his couch. His place is small but clean, a crutch propped against the wall. Silver even manages to try to get Benedict onto the couch.