[Ben isn't sure if he feels better or worse when Leslie admits out loud that she's afraid. He generally relies on her to exist as the perpetual force to be reckoned with. To go on public television and shred celebrity personalities apart; to dress down the old mayor from his town, even when his own family runs the other way. It's unfair though, in the face of genuinely warped reality, to expect her to not admit a moment's weakness to her own husband. So, Ben just doesn't think about feeling better or worse. He just sets his shoulders straight, and gives her a determined look.]

I don't believe in anything here, but I was the first one to sign on for the Knope campaign. That hasn't changed. Team Knope all the way. [Team Knope has always been the both of them, even if Ben's role has just been to support Leslie in the past. Leading her over to the bench, he tugs her down to sit and wraps an arm around her shoulders whenever she does.] This bench is way too nice and new for a Pawnee bench. We're going to have to break it in. Maybe knock a few dings in it, chip the varnish.

Spill some soup and waffles on it.

[Read: They can meet up here any time she wants.

Also, soup is a perfectly acceptable meal, people need to stop hating on it.]