Re: Bennett & Lucretia
Bennett never minded it one bit. She could be silly all she'd like. The great thing about Lucretia was that she knew when to be serious too. Although, that was what came with being a member of British Intelligence, right? You had to know when to put your game face on, and when you could goof off. Lucretia was a master at that.
Bennett was definitely okay now. It had been a good couple of years since the incident had happened, and he'd been in the hospital--or just out of it when the outbreak occurred. All was well, now, though.
He listened carefully to her words and nodded, eventually letting his hand fall away from her back again. Lucretia was really the only one that knew him best. They'd spent a lot of time together, they were partners, and he trusted her with his life. She may not have known everything about him, but she knew him better than anyone else.
He smiled gently at her wink, and tucked his hands into his coat pockets, before giving a look around once they were to the roof. Bennett adored Lucretia, and so what if he did want to be alone with her on the roof? It was peaceful up here. And the snow. "Well, yes, now that you have a proper coat," he teased her.
Smiling, he started over toward the edge of the building to glance over the side with curiosity, "I've always liked the snow," he began. "how awful, though, that something so beautiful has to fall on a world that has become so ugly." He paused with thought, and then glanced back to her, still thinking a moment.
"Do you suppose the infected could freeze? I mean," he turned back to her, "what's something that could wipe them out? They're already dead, I understand that.. but.. at what point do they cease to keep going? What is the lifespan of a bloody zombie?"