Standing up, he was surprised by how clear-headed he felt. Usually, on nights like this, he'd wake up feeling punch-drunk before staggering off to bed. Now, there was a buoyancy in his limbs he hadn't felt since... Actually, he couldn't remember when he'd last felt this good.
As he turned to leave the room, Ben stopped in his tracks. There, still slumped on the sofa, was his inert body, glassy eyes staring into space.