"God Ben, anyone who knows you.. he'd never agree. Never." Of that he was certain. He stopped and took Ben's face in his hands. "Listen. You are not that. You hear me, you're not. That's a bitter, horrible, and wicked thing to say, and it's not you, never you."
He softened his grasp slightly, and stroked his thumb over Ben's cheek. "You said she cast aspersions on him, on Jon. Doesn't he have a right to know that? Won't he want to know why his Beloved is so upset? He wouldn't wish you to hide things from him, would he?" he said softly.