Re: Bennett & Lucretia
They were still alive, and that was a very good thing, indeed. But that also left open the fear and question of whether or not they were immune. As far as he knew, neither himself or Lucretia had ever been bitten. He'd like to keep it that way. But he'd keep right on worrying about what would happen if... He shouldn't do that. It always left him tossing and turning at night. Just worrying. He was a bit of a worrier.
Bennett couldn't help his sheepish smiles and his silly blushing. He was glad that Lucretia didn't seem to mind. She never made fun of him for it either. He appreciated that. He liked to believe that he was the tough guy, James Bond type. They didn't show emotion! --did they? He tried. But he failed every time. It just wasn't who he was. He was the guy that would fight to the death and do just about anything to keep his partner, and the woman he cared about the most, alive.
He smiled, "even if you're as English as they come? And Thanksgiving is a horribly American holiday?" He nodded, "I'm glad you agree," that Thanksgiving, however American it may be, was a great time for even them to enjoy a nicer meal than usual.
Chuckling, Bennett shook his head, "alright... i'll give you that," his smile brightened when she nudged him back. But his smile faltered a bit when she compared him to her ex-husband. Not because she compared him-- but because he always felt bad about what Lucretia had gone through with her ex. Both before, during, and after the outbreak.
Nodding gently, his smile was still present, but just a much more tame one as he glanced downward, thinking quietly.