Driving with Benson towards his home that I never been at before was anything but uncomfortable. I may not know him for too long, but he's so comfortable in his own skin that it's hard to not laugh when he's around. He's so similar yet so different from his sister that it's really hard to digest sometimes. They both have the same tan, olive complexion, the same dark, almost black hair and the same dark brown eyes, but behind Sabine's stare is built-in poligraf, but behind Benson's hides the humor and good mood of a man who has everything he could want from life.
He didn't even let me doubt my decision for just a second, instead he started showing me short films of his boys and Sasha. It was a really informative experience too, because who would have guessed that small boys pee up, while
