Snapping his wandering attention away from staring at the door, Ben gave a slight smile. He pulled the flower arrangement out and tipped it toward Shawn, though not too close as to be an invasion of space (or attempting to enter the house).

"Yes, actually, I hope so. Sorry to show up like this," he said with a one-shouldered bit of a shrug. "We met at Rebecca's funeral a few days ago, though we didn't really speak much... I am at the right house, right? You're Shawn?"