Bene shrugs a shoulder, not dismissing the notion, but not entirely accepting it either.

"It only goes so far." He takes a final bite, and, setting his plate aside, settles onto the pillow on his stomach, arms folded in front of him with his legs crossed at the ankle and kicked up behind.
"At a certain point it's just. Me. You know?" He fiddles with some trim on the edge of the pillow, staring at that instead of Abby, "a person can only change so much."