Bennett Grantham is the second best secret agent (bwgrantham) wrote in immune_ic,
Bennett hadn't been up to much since arriving at Grand Central. He'd really just wanted to sleep and read, and not do much of anything after he'd gotten out of that apartment he was trapped in, with a horde just outside, trying to get in. You'd think they would have given up. They hadn't. a traumatizing seclusion in a situation like that could drive a guy mad.
But he was okay, really. For now.
And as suspected, he was down in the dining concourse, sitting at one of the tables, and quietly reading a copy of The Help. He'd found that too. Left under a bench in one of the terminals. He had his collection hidden away in one of the random janitor's closets, under a stairwell.
Lifting his eyes up from the page of the book and to Lucretia, he smiled softly, "so you did." He nodded, looking down at the tray and then moving to sit up straighter as he stuck the business card back in it, to hold his place. and set it aside. "It's most likely better than mine," any that he had tried to brew had turned out awful. Maybe Lucy's wouldn't be so bad. "Always thinking of your partner," he teased affectionately, and shook his head with amusement.