Kit gives one large shoulder the smallest of shrugs. "It's more about you than him, really," he admits, watching the young man with a look on his face that's both serious and apologetic at the same time. "Things you saw or heard, things you may have noticed about his behaviour changing, new folks you saw who may have been coming in and out of his residence."

He presses his lips together, not wanting to scare the kid anymore than he has already been scared, but wanting to impress upon him all the same how important this is. "Anything you know," he says, "anything you can tell me, is something I can use to help you. I want to help you." He won't make any promises, and can only hope that, at this point, Benedict knows he at least isn't lying.