[ Ben feels his cheeks heat, flustered by Peter's kindness, even despite everything that's going on. He gives an awkward little shrug, as if to say it's no big deal, even though they clearly both know different. ]

I- don't know about insight, it's... not like he ever justified himself. And I don't. I never... understood. Him. I just know the stuff he used the footage for, which-

[ But Ben cuts off mid-sentence, eyes widening in naked shock. He'd been looking at the monitor while he spoke, more to avoid Peter's gentle, worried gaze than anything else, and he'd seen something. Something in the footage, something that didn't fit. Ben pokes his finger at the screen, tapping it by accident in his haste, and says in a voice tight with urgency: ]

Go back. Go back a few seconds.

[ It's not a tone of voice to be ignored. It's the sort of voice you use when someone is about to step on a snake, or you've spotted a gunman in a window. He hadn't imagined it, had he? What he saw? Maybe it was a trick or distortion in the footage and Peter would see it and explain it away with science and that reserve of calm in him that seems inexhaustible. ]