"Most people were drunk, stoned or tired from dancing and too into themselves to see the entire thing. Also dickhead had a mouth on him, so..." he shrugged, as if to say that should explain it to any of them.

he let the door go as they were inside and started to pull his wallet, so he could pay for passage to the gallery, because most museums worth their salt relied on that to keep a float. But as he did he chuckled, shaking his head. "Yes, well... even for those of us who grew up with him, we know he's not normal. No offence taken. Pretty sure he scores more love then almost all of us, excluding Marcus, just because he's different." The only offence head take would be bad mouthing 'the cube' and ignoring the fact that to Ben, that's just one of his siblings and he's a part of the team.

He'd pay for two tickets, then offer her one before tucking his own into his wallet. "I rather liked that you didn't seem to know who I was." He flat out states it, though it had been in his head a lot the other night.