Ben’s eyes followed you as you continued pacing. It wasn’t rare seeing you all worked up, but it just didn’t sit right with him. Okay.. Ben was never the type to have favorites when it comes to his friends. But it always felt different when he was with you. The amount of times you liked listening to music with him and helping him draw.. all those small actions you did were things he could never forget. It was hard for him to communicate. Of course, he can talk, but it really pained him to hear his broken voice. The only thing it helped with was remember that certain incident. But it didn’t seem to bother you.

Ben grunted as he got up, grabbing your hand, causing you to halt with the constant muttering and pacing, you said was ‘a tool for relief’. Yeah. Well it didn’t seem like it was exactly relieving to him. Taking out his phone, he typed up a few things. Basic questions, making sure they wouldn’t trigger even more stress, he knew you already had enough on your mind, ‘Are you alright? You can always talk to me. Is it about what happened today..?'

Seeing how you were reluctant to answer, Ben brought you to his bed, sitting down and patting the space beside him. You sat down, crossing your arms and tapping your foot on the floorboard. He got out his sketchbook, a pen and a few other markers. Placing it on your lap, gesturing you to express yourself on the pages. He smiled softly and nodded.