[ Ben had been quiet even before he was a ghost. He's only gotten up for a glass of water, when by chance he sees Diego sitting at the desk in the next room, looking tired and defeated. It isn't even a choice, really. Ben's instinct has always been to help, if he can - especially his brothers and sisters.
Without a word, he comes into the room, crosses over to the corner where Diego is. Ben sets the glass of water down on the edge of the desk and eases himself down onto the floor, sitting with his arms around his knees. He is close to Diego but not too close. Ben just sits, not saying anything. Just keeping Diego company, waiting for him to be ready to talk. If being a ghost had taught Ben anything, it is patience. He can wait a very long time without getting bored. ]
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Without a word, he comes into the room, crosses over to the corner where Diego is. Ben sets the glass of water down on the edge of the desk and eases himself down onto the floor, sitting with his arms around his knees. He is close to Diego but not too close. Ben just sits, not saying anything. Just keeping Diego company, waiting for him to be ready to talk. If being a ghost had taught Ben anything, it is patience. He can wait a very long time without getting bored. ]