Re: Bennett & Lucretia
"Oh thank god for that," she mumbled over dramatically, wiping her forehead with her hand from fake sweat and making a whew kind of sound. No, America wasn't all that bad, but still she liked to tease. Though she probably wouldn't do this in front of actual Americans.
Even though they were running from something other than whack jobs with guns, still she didn't miss it. She would make sure that nothing like that ever happened to either one of them ever again. She'd been so scared when he was in his mini coma. One of the more scarier times in her life.
When he actually brought up her daughter, she glanced away and let out a breath. "I'm not.. upset. I mean I'd much rather be happy too. I'm mean, thinking of her makes me happy. It's just hard to show." Asking her to smile and laugh was going to take more time. She needed more time to grieve, and she didn't know if it would ever happen.
With her hand still in his, she got up to her feet and held onto the cranberries. Then she started up towards the roof, dragging him along behind her. "Wait, you mean this was my idea and not yours? I thought this was your idea," she teased.