Ben wasn’t sure if what Rory was saying made him feel better or worse. As a matter of fact, it did little more than raise about a thousand more questions. But, and he pondered this very carefully, and came to the rather interesting conclusion that... no. There was no way. Ben was never one to jump to conclusions, not without evidence or some kind of indication. But Rory was just... his body language was screaming that this someone wasn’t someone that anyone would suspect. He’d always been perceptive, and not just because of his apparent skill in knowing when people were either lying or hiding something. Putting two and two together was another of his skills.
The pained expression Rory wore, coupled with the way he had a photo of his best friend on his desk, plus the way he’d looked at that photo were swirling around in Ben’s mind, and he tilted his head, his expression changing. The contempt was gone, replaced with a genuine interest in finding out the answer to his question. Not to be judgmental, or for any reason but to know. Ben was a good secret-keeper, too, which he was sure would come in handy. “Eisen.” The statement was voiced softly and calmly, but audibly so that Rory couldn’t pretend that he hadn’t heard it.