Benjamin is really, truly, entirely not prepared for this, not right then, when he's barely just woken up and he's had neither coffee nor tea. He rakes his fingers through his hair, pushing it back out of his eyes, and really hopes that John is not going to try yelling again.
It rather goes against the discretion they are trying to aim for, after all. And might damaged his vocal chords.
"I mean just that." He sighs quietly, knowing that John would want to know more. "She hardly remembers her mother. She asked a lot of questions. When she was old enough, I thought it was only fair to give her all the answers she sought, and not just the ones I preferred to."