Bobby had probably followed his stomach elsewhere, or was spending the afternoon being accosted by various women with dyed hair. Ben didn't know which, but it was nice because it meant he had the room to himself-- which he preferred anyway.

He was nervous, but he wasn't really sure why. He didn't deal well with other people's emotions, much less his own, so when he offered Meka a shoulder to cry on... he wasn't really sure if he could.

But. It was Meka. So when he heard the door and cracked it open to see her standing on the other side of it... he smiled his quiet little half-smile and opened the door to let her in.

"Hey."