The exchange does it for him, cements the decision in his head: he's going to kiss Benedict as the other leaves to make up for what happened last night. Silver doesn't think he's ever been delighted in being wrong before, of being cornered, but here Benedict is with a pleased look on his face and Silver, in turn, finds himself mesmerized.

"Thank you," he says finally. "For staying for breakfast." He could have left. Silver wouldn't have blamed him in the least. But it's been one of the best mornings he's had all week. It's like he's going on a date with the other all over again.

Not that the first time was a date, he has to remind himself.