[ Ben actually smiles, then, sympathetic and wry. Not because there's anything funny about Pratt having a panic attack, or feeling like he can't talk to regular people without disaster. But because Ben just finds this guy so damn relatable and it's one more instance of that. ]

Last time I talked to someone normal she said something totally innocent about how my dad must be a really good person to adopt so many kids, and I like, spontaneously burst into tears, which is usually not my thing at all, and I totally scared her, so, uh. Yeah. IIIIII... get that.

[ When Pratt mentions dying back home, Ben does feel rather like he has been punched in the gut. He had mentioned it the first time they met, but Ben had forgotten, somehow. How could he forget a thing that important? He still doesn't know how, or why, but... he is definitely not going to forget, a second time.

Ben moves in the same direction Pratt does, suggesting: ]

I don't think there were any of those things in the bar. Maybe... we could get a drink?