Re: Bennett & Lucretia
Bennett eyed his partner, "You're an awful liar, you know that, don't you? Thank God you were never taken hostage or prisoner and interrogated and tortured. You wouldn't make it," he teased, of course. But really. Silly Lucretia.
Well, that was life, these days, wasn't it? Talking about zombies one minute, and something else the next. It was part of every day conversation, now. Nothing new. Bennett listened carefully to what Lucretia was saying, and shrugged, "no earthly idea. Whatever the reason for them not dying off is getting on my last nerve."
And no, Lucretia was not heartless at all. Bennett knew better. He'd seen her little moments of kindness and care. She couldn't hide those from him.
When her arms went around him, Bennett brought his own around her to return the warm hug, holding her close. The warmth was a nice contrast with the cold night air. "Like glue," he repeated in agreement, moving to lean down and brush a kiss against her brow.