[Needless to say, Ben's reaction to whatever he'd seen on the screen is extremely concerning. Peter's caught a little off guard, but manages to fumble with the computer just right to get the footage to replay.]
What? What is--
[Oh. Oooh he sees it now. Of course part of his brain doesn't want to believe what he's seeing, so he plays it back again. And again. Finally he just pauses the video and stares, letting his mind catch up to his eyeballs.]
That's... that's a big dude. In my room.
[He sounds calm, but he's really kinda not. The color has more or less drained from his face, his legs are doing that Jello thing. After a few seconds he has to sit back down. This just graduated from "someone's spying on us and I'm annoyed by it" to "SOME MOTHERFUCKER IS PICKING MY LOCKS AND COMING INTO MY PERSONAL SPACE AND ALSO--"]
Jesus Christ, my girlfriend lives with me and-- and some sick fuck is just--
[Okay now he looks like he's starting to panic a little. Sorry bro, that reserve of calm has been exhausted for now.]
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What? What is--
[Oh. Oooh he sees it now. Of course part of his brain doesn't want to believe what he's seeing, so he plays it back again. And again. Finally he just pauses the video and stares, letting his mind catch up to his eyeballs.]
That's... that's a big dude. In my room.
[He sounds calm, but he's really kinda not. The color has more or less drained from his face, his legs are doing that Jello thing. After a few seconds he has to sit back down. This just graduated from "someone's spying on us and I'm annoyed by it" to "SOME MOTHERFUCKER IS PICKING MY LOCKS AND COMING INTO MY PERSONAL SPACE AND ALSO--"]
Jesus Christ, my girlfriend lives with me and-- and some sick fuck is just--
[Okay now he looks like he's starting to panic a little. Sorry bro, that reserve of calm has been exhausted for now.]