The way she phrased that definitely makes it sound like she has gone running in terror from something up here, before. Ben is curious, and if things were different he would have asked a follow-up. But right now he doesn't trust his own voice, and all his mental resources are being devoted to just keeping it together until he's alone. Then he's probably going to have the rest of that cry, but not a second earlier.
He doesn't see that same dot, so it surprises him when Cho is suddenly walking around and quite openly staring at his back, and then, well, his butt. It's entirely incongruous, until she mentions that a frog has jumped on him. Then, Ben laughs, soft and shaky with the remnants of tears, twisting around to try to see it.
"I do? I don't feel anyth- oh it's tiny."
He had thought she might be exaggerating, but the frog itself is no bigger than a fingernail. Ben doesn't seem perturbed by its presence, the way he did when the mice were on him. But the angle is awkward, and so he asks.
"Do you mind, uh, relieving me of my hitchhiker, please? I don't wanna squash him."
She had been so deft with all the small creatures before, and he doesn't need to tell her what a weird angle it is, and how much he's having to crane his neck to catch a glimpse of the little guy. He'd probably be more embarrassed to ask, considering the general real estate that the frog had chosen, but honestly, he'd just had a fucking breakdown over his mom dying and he'd cried and at this point, nothing could be more mortifying.
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He doesn't see that same dot, so it surprises him when Cho is suddenly walking around and quite openly staring at his back, and then, well, his butt. It's entirely incongruous, until she mentions that a frog has jumped on him. Then, Ben laughs, soft and shaky with the remnants of tears, twisting around to try to see it.
"I do? I don't feel anyth- oh it's tiny."
He had thought she might be exaggerating, but the frog itself is no bigger than a fingernail. Ben doesn't seem perturbed by its presence, the way he did when the mice were on him. But the angle is awkward, and so he asks.
"Do you mind, uh, relieving me of my hitchhiker, please? I don't wanna squash him."
She had been so deft with all the small creatures before, and he doesn't need to tell her what a weird angle it is, and how much he's having to crane his neck to catch a glimpse of the little guy. He'd probably be more embarrassed to ask, considering the general real estate that the frog had chosen, but honestly, he'd just had a fucking breakdown over his mom dying and he'd cried and at this point, nothing could be more mortifying.