Ben has apparently decided that I need an escort to the bathroom. Every single time.
Since I am drinking immense quantities of tea in my quest to find out exactly what does happen next to our intrepid heroes, this means that he’s following me back and forth about once every twenty minutes or so.
Once there, he either sits over the register, if the heat is on, or sits in the walk-in shower and grooms himself.
Once I leave, he follows me back to the computer room and sits down in James’s chair.
I feel the love. I guess.