Jon
The trouble with Ben was, mostly, that he was trouble. He had a bad habit of ignoring the rules when they didn't suit him. Not just the societal rules, but also the ones of common sense, decency, and a few that were just laws.
For instance- breaking and entering.
Ben had snuck out of the hotel late at night, the moon high above the town while he walked to Jon's house. He shucked his boots and jacket outside the window in the back of the house. There were no locks on the windows so it was a matter of a few moments and a slim strip of metal between the frame and the window to slid it up and crawl inside silently. Half a lifetime of practice from a childhood of sneaking in and out of his bedroom window had given Ben the ability to enter or exit without a sound. Especially when someone wasn't expecting it.
He wandered through the house, searching for Jon's room. Which was easily located. He took off his bracers, then trousers, leaving on his drawers and large shirt when he crawled in bed with Jon, the bed shifting under his weight.