romy knew benji well enough to know there was a chance he wouldn't answer the door, even to him. it was a hard time for both of them, and he knew he'd dropped the ball on being there for benji. benji had done the same in return, though. he thought it was funny that the the most evenly matched they'd ever been was in their depression. but he missed benji. needed benji. so he outsourced a way in. dani's apartment is somehow emptier than benji's is. the layout is a mirror image of the one next door, except there's a large rectangle-shaped rip in the paint on the wall where he's sure a television once was. he doesn't ask her about it, just follows her to the fire escape leading next door. once they're both in benji's apartment, he presses a twenty in her hand, mumbles his thanks. dani hovers for a moment, foot braced against the windowsill. he's finding that everyone is awkward around him this week. she settles on "yeah, just keep it down. our bedrooms share a wall." before ducking out the window. he kicks off his sneakers, pads over to benji's room "yo." romy doesn't wait for a reaction before crossing the room and shoving benji over on his bed to make space for himself. laying on his back, arms behind his head, he stares at the ceiling "thought we could ride out the whole flu thing together."