Kit will no doubt be delighted that Ben has made one (1) friend, or at least something like one, in the form of a similarly surly and taciturn individual who has nonetheless helped him out once or twice at his own behest.

Ben draws him to sit on the floor by the fire, a few comfortable pillows strewn about, his usual cold weather nesting spot. "About a week," he murmurs, "it only really happens at night, but... it happens all night." He gives a full-body shudder and leans against Kit with a little sigh.
"It's horrible."