Ben let out a shaky breath as Arvo mumbled out his response. 
"Yeah, it...it looked like it." Ben said softly, "I'm sorry, I should have done something." He said, blaming himself for this whole situation. 
He felt like he was going to shut down again, go back into autopilot, he was just so fucking tired. Every single time he moved or did something it felt like a crushing weight on his shoulders. His eye's always felt so heavy, and even when he was happy- he was scared because he knew in a few seconds the happiness would be gone and he'd be sad again, so he never let himself get too happy, or too hopeful. 

"Just a second." He said, he stood up and started walking around the house until he found a t-shirt laying on the ground. It had probably belonged to someone in Arvo's group, he sighed as he walked around. All he could think is- maybe if he had let Arvo go when they first met this would all be different, maybe everyone would still be alive, Rebecca, Luke, all of Arvo's group...He sighed again thinking about it. He was so used to people dying now, it was unbearable. Eventually he found some water bottles, he grabbed two of them and walked back to where Arvo was tied up (the fire had been started and Clementine was looking a lot better, that calmed Ben down slightly) and sat down next to him and poured a little bit of water on the t-shirt. 

"You're covered in blood." He muttered as he began to gently rub away the slightly dried blood off Arvo's cheek. When did he become to immune to this? If anyone had shown up like this last year, he probably would have thrown up, blood and gut's used to make him sick. Now he just felt kind of- empty.