Re: Bennett & Lucretia
Lucretia promptly stuck her tongue out at him and nudged him lightly with her foot. "I don't care how long I'm in America, I can't imagine being that American." Not that it was a bad place. She really loved America actually, but deep down, she was always going to be British. No, she didn't really miss getting chased by the mafia and having to go undercover and all of that bad stuff. The rest though, yes definitely.
It seemed to be a relief to her that he didn't think that she was thinking he was like her ex. "Good, I'm glad you don't think like that. And when I talk about my family, I only want to think of my daughter. I don't want to think about him at all." She shook her head a little, and sighed. "I don't want you to be sad, because you being sad because that makes me sad, just makes me sadder." Not that that made any sense.
That's why she didn't talk about it, because she didn't want to be sad. She didn't want him to be sad either. "No more talking about that, okay? Even though it's thanksgiving, I don't want to mope."
Really, how did she ever exist without him? She didn't have any idea. "You do, I'm grateful for that. So very grateful. And I'll always look after you, too. I don't want you to ever think it's one sided." That was the last thing that she wanted. When he put her hand in between both of his, she gave his hand a squeeze and smiled just a bit brighter at him.
"Now let's eat so we can go up on the roof, shall we?"