[sylvanSpider]

Benjamin had stood faithfully at his post, reminding himself of the dog that he had as a boy that would eagerly wait by his own door waiting for his return. Unlike his dog as a boy however, he didn't get walked. Or spoken to. Or loved. He'd been alone and cold for so long he'd nearly forgotten what any of those sensations were like. Oh, how he missed even the windiest of days! He folded his arms and blew his hair out of his eyes watching the two flirt. Ah well, two would probably be easier to attempt communications with than one, so he'd try what he could.

This gave him the perfect reason to...linger...beside Beauty's masculine friend. One thing he'd noticed among the living inhabitants prior to now was that if he got too close, they would feel cold, as if no matter how warm they kept the house there would just be these cold bubbles if Benjamin inhabited a certain space for too long. As such, he didn't feel guilty in making Steven? Was that what he was called? He didn't feel guilty in making him at least a little uncomfortable.

Today, as far as he was concerned, was a good day. He'd managed to move another book off the shelf and read the two open pages entirely too quickly. But, the point was that today was one of those days that he could potentially...communicate.