[ Ben watches, silent and stony-faced, as Peter plays the footage back, once, twice, thrice, pauses it just as that figure is moving into frame, right before the recording cuts off. He almost asks half a dozen questions - whether Peter can use his tech know-how to restore the lost footage, whether he can tell if the man's presence somehow disabled the feed or if it was edited later, etc.

But he holds back when he sees Peter's face, white and stark, angry and, beneath it, scared and so, so young. So much younger and more frightened than he tries to be for everybody around him.

Ben stays silent, but he moves closer to where Peter is sitting and, when he stutters and hesitates, reaches out to grip his shoulder, squeezing a little, a wordless demonstration of his support. He blinks, just a few times, when Peter mentions his girlfriend living with him - Peter's glimpsed just a few flashes of Poison on the footage and he had known they were roommates, but apparently that's not all. How new is that development? But this is not the time to ask.

This is the time to try to be the best friend he can possibly be, for Peter. To be the big brother he doesn't have. ]

Hey. Take a deep breath, okay?

[ Ben's done this so many times for Klaus, when he was having panic attacks, or flashbacks, or sobbing over whatever latest cruelty life had thrown at him. Ben knows how to make his voice low and calm and concerned but not patronizing, not jarring. He uses that voice now, rubbing Peter's shoulder, refusing to let go.

He crouches down so he'll be on a level with Peter, locking eyes with him, expression grave and intent. ]

Peter, listen to me. You're safe. Poison's safe, she just texted me a couple of minutes ago. You're both safe, and we're gonna find out who it was. And we're gonna put up security measures so no one steps in there without you know it, okay?