Ben didn't follow. Not right away. He was too busy sorting through his own emotions, which were threatening to boil over. He knew all about the incident she was referring to, and he didn't want to reduce it in light of his own concerns, intense though they were. He knew the moment he put himself before her, he would cease to be himself.
But the changes were already in motion, weren't they? And, unfortunately, he wasn't driving this train.
When he entered the bedroom, he was quiet. Stoic, as she usually described the mood. "I just came in to get a few things." He knew he was sleeping on the couch. And frankly, he didn't feel worthy of laying beside her anyway.