Moving only a step passed where Russell halts so suddenly, Benjiro turns to look up to his cousin. It is clear his question hit the target in those first few words, and the last traces of doubt vanish. Of course, the accusation of searching through his materials strikes abrasively with the teenager. His expression falls flat with a small frown, staring dryly at Russell for a solid second before he excuses the reaction as one born of fear.

“Russell, you know me better than that,” he starts with a soft sigh. Benjiro values his own privacy too much to invade that of another, especially when it comes to keeping his streaming activity from his parents. Reaching a hand out to put on Russell’s shoulder, his expression softens to one of sympathy, “It’s okay. I have a number too.”