Yeah, well, Ben hated it too sometimes, and the last few days was one of those times, but that didn't change she was confusing him-
"2006? That's not fucking possible-"
-a confusion that slowly and horribly changed to understanding. It was possible. In fact, it was what had been threatened, albeit toward those who had been kidnapped. How had he gotten caught up in that? Had he been close to where they were when people had been sent back.
Alright, 2006. What had gone down in 2006? He'd found out Dean was his father. Uncle Sam had nearly broken the family. Ruby had nearly broken the world.
Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit.
"You're the Ruby I'm after," he said, daring to sling an around around her shoulder. He'd have hugged her, but he knew there was a chance she'd knock him to the ground at an unannounced hug and he wasn't really in the mood for that, "just not as old. And I still need your help. I have to stop the Senior Partners from totally fucking up the future."
Telling her wouldn't lead to breaking it, he was convinced of it. He trusted her to do what was best for everyone, to keep her silence and let the future play out, even with her knowledge, because he knew that she knew the value of helping the many.
Of course, that was Ruby fifteen years from now. This Ruby didn't know it yet, did she? But he found that fact didn't matter, not after all he'd been through with Ruby.