Ben stared up at you with teary eyes, mouth open. No words would come out, his voice was so dead, drowned out, weak. He hadn't used it in so long. He was crouched over a guy, he'd been harassing you all day, it was infuriating. Ben usually preferred to keep to himself, he hadn't beaten anyone up in so long. Something just snapped, seeing you wince, get upset, Ben just wanted to beat the dude's face in. So... he had.

But he didn't mean for you to see him, he never meant for you to look at him like he was a monster. Ben lunged off the boy, grabbing his phone and trying to type out a message for you. "I'm so sorry, I couldn't handle seeing you get harassed." Ben reached out to you, but his knuckles were bloody.

He quickly pulled his hand back, instead standing up and trying to wipe it all away. He didn't mean to scare you, ever. He was trying to keep you safe, just trying to punish the guy for hurting you in such an awful day.