It was understandable that company made this easier; the whole point of friends was support. Up until he'd take the job in Pawnee with Chris, Ben hadn't really had many friends, travelling as he did. It took a while, but he absolutely knew that trying to survive in this place without Andy or Donna or Leslie would be near impossible for him. Even if they were all a little confused on what had happened and when.
There was no doubt that persistence should've been Leslie's middle name. Ben couldn't fathom how anyone could possibly believe to ignore her for long enough to put her off, because it didn't happen, she just grew more determined, which really, he'd be lying if he said he didn't love. Having a more involved, one on one sort of awareness thing with the rest of the people here might help Leslie's cause too. A public forum, in most of Ben's experience, tended to devolve fairly quickly away from the point. And even in Pawnee, the people were crazy about what they cared about.
"A pony? Really?" Could this place get weirder? "Well, cupcakes, or whatever, we can get some flyers made about what it is you're trying to do and why," the why was probably important since Ben doubted many of the people were all that bothered about fixing a park in a crazy town they were sucked into against their will.
Smiling softly, Ben just gave one shoulder a shrug. "Well, yeah it's terrible, but I'm kind of glad I'm here too, if you have to be here." Was it sappy? Maybe. But so what. Ben knew he wasn't exactly macho. But he wanted to be able to protect Leslie from the things she couldn't protect herself from. Stepping closer to rest his hand on Leslie's waist, remembering just how she wasn't entirely up to speed on their relationship yet, "I'd rather support you through this, than leave you on your own."