Bennett Grantham is the second best secret agent (bwgrantham) wrote in immune_ic,
Bennett didn't mind sharing. It wasn't really his staircase. But he did like to camp out there. He also collected the random books and publications that he'd find and leave them sort of wedged in the corner, there. He didn't mind if others took them to read, really. At least not once he was finished with them. So far, no one had really disturbed his pile of books. Kids had kicked them around, sure. But none had gone missing. Except that one... what was it? Something that was probably a ridiculous romance novel or something. He didn't really care, he was in the middle of Confessions of a Shopaholic. He tried to make the books last. He supposed he could always wander over to the library too. He might actually enjoy it better there, what with all the books.
Resting his arm on his knee, he lowered the Playbill from where he was squinting to try and read it, and gave another look over at the younger woman, once she sat down not too far from him.
Taking another long drag on the cigarette, he pulled it from his lips again, exhaling the smoke, "couldn't sleep?"