Ben couldn't bring himself to exit his page; he found himself scrolling through countless pictures, hoping to find a link that would bond them together or at least something he could use to establish a link, something that seemed authentic. From what he's seen so far, the dude isn't too good at anything he could strike up a conversation about.
Even if he did find something, the conversation would still wrap back around how he knew him, where he found his page, and how why he was talking to him, and most important of all, would be what the fuck he wanted. Ready to just let it be, Ben scrolled, and when he had reached the beginning of his page about six years ago, he absentmindedly scrolled a little ways up from the beginning post, and something caught his eye.
Ben sat completely up in his bed, his mind racing, uttering possibly his first words in what seemed like hours. As he sat with his phone as close to his face as his eyes could handle, he croaked,
"Oh, do tell!"
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