Silver chuckles despite himself, handing over the shirt. It's up to Benedict if he even wants a comfier pair of clothing to crash in, because in a second Silver's disappeared down the very short hallway and come back with a blanket and a pillow.

"I had fun," he assures, although nowhere near as much fun as Benedict--between an art gallery, a fight, and a few moments of Silver's company, his evening had been packed.

"You need a phone charger?"