Bene opens his mouth as if to protest, but sighs it out in a tired smirk, shaking his head.

"It's not boring," he admits, and glances away, hoping to flag someone down for another drink, as if he really needs one in this state.
"...far from it, actually," he adds, "less boring than one would hope for a place they live. Sometimes I just."

He purses his lips, giving up on his endeavor momentarily as he seems to sink into himself a bit. "...need to be... not here." In mind, if not body.