[SRuiz]

Scott figured out everything, except the slight problem: his weight. Half the ideas he had in mind would work if he was in shape. He had his moments of contemplating and then sulking. The only possible option he had in mind was suicide but then he would never forgive himself for doing even that. When the doors opened, Scott heard the voice, but he could not be bothered to move. What was he going to even do if he managed to get out? Everything kept pointing back to being pregnant. None of this was even fair. He felt he was doing the world a favor. He disliked his father playing favoritism, but right now home sounded like the best place he would rather be at the moment.

"Home..." He rested on the bed, staring into nothing but the blank walls. He did not turn to look at Benny. When he did however, he noticed the food made required no knife or other utensil. It was just two triple stacked club sandwiches and a nice abundance of fries, the latter of which he was currently craving. He slowly turned from the covers, rising up partially.

If Scott could smell his emotions, could he smell a scent of depression, anger, and brooding all at once? His eyes were low, because he did rest a bit amid some low tears, but he could see the gold color in Benny's hand. Was he planning to spike the food in an effort to mellow out Scott from being hostile? Just how worse would it be from last night? He sighed a bit, bringing his arms out to perhaps get the plate. He could take Benny out right then and there he imagined, but what remained upstairs?

"Cool..." He would not express gratitude to the man responsible for this. That was why he found Benny so contradictory.