Still, I want to give him an out. “I appreciate it, but you don’t have to be here, Ben.” “I kind of do.” He’s evasive, trying to focus on the board. I frown. “Because of Eliot?” “Because of me. I had to tip the scales.” He swigs from his water bottle, then recaps it. “I’ve done some shitty things, and I needed to do something good.”
