Bennett Grantham is the second best secret agent (bwgrantham) wrote in immune_ic,
True. Lucretia had probably seen him reading plenty worse than that! Theirs desks were right across from each others, she probably had to see him reading all sorts of weird things before the world was shot to hell. Of course, then, he was more into books he actually liked-- murder mysteries, thrillers, that sort of thing.
He smirked, "Days," he repeated, lifting his attention back up to her from his book to give her a look. "Don't be silly. But it has been a couple of hours since I had one of those disgusting pre-wrapped whole grain energy bars. So thank you," he closed his book, setting it down on the table.
"You just make really good tea. Mine's not that awful, is it?" he took the teacup with a grateful nod and brought it to his lips for a sip. Not the best. But but Lucretia did what she could with all of the supplies and ingredients they had-- and that wasn't much.
His brows lifted with surprise, "You're not getting sick on me, are you?" Taking another sip of his tea, "Mm-- would you like my jacket?" it might help? "and the tea should help too?" He offered a gentle smile, "I'm alright. Just.." He shrugged, "feeling a bit lost." He wouldn't tell just anyone that. But Lucretia was the only other person that knew him on a personal level besides any family he had. She was his partner. They talked. "You know? What do we do? What is there to do? I find myself getting lost in all of these books because it takes my mind off all of what's going on outside of the front doors."