He's tried to reason it out, tried to figure out when 'you help me I help you' became this, became dropping everything just to drive and have a drink with Benny once they were free. But like in Purgatory, thinking it out doesn't matter.

Benny needs him, so he came.

His lips part easily, dragging him close with a groan, arm hooking around his waist. Benny is solid and cool in his arms, those murmured promises everything he needs to hear. "Ain't lettin you go, Benny. Not this time."