Bennett Grantham is the second best secret agent (bwgrantham) wrote in immune_ic,
Re: Bennett & Lucretia
Bennett smiled, letting his eyes search Lucy's expression, "You're terribly English, you know," he teased. He was one to talk. He hoped someday that they could have better foods-- real foods too. He missed having a nice, hot meal. He missed pretty much everything about the real world, except being stabbed by the Russian mafia. He didn't miss that.
He shook his head, "No.. No, it isn't that. I just--" It made him sad for her when she brought up things that hurt her, or that obviously brought out that sad look in her eyes. He sighed, glancing down at the can of cranberries, and reaching for it, "I know I'm not like him. When you talk about your family--" His heart hurt for her. He made a bit of a pouty face, bringing his hand up to set over his heart, as he looked over at her. He didn't know how else to explain it.
"Things that make you sad make me sad..."
He did smile, though, when she told him that he was perfect just the way he was. He shook his head with amusement, "don't be ridiculous. And I'd be happy to look after you. I always do anyway." His eyes fell back to her hand, over his own, and yeah, he could feel his heart flutter a bit, but he wasn't going to do anything about it. Not now, anyway. They were talking about her ex-husband, of all things. It wasn't exactly a kiss-worthy moment or anything.
He moved to turn his hand over to take hold of hers, lacing his fingers with her own as he reached over to set his other on top of hers, sandwiching it between both of his.