@gldntime - *clinging onto his arm* where are we going? :))
his body suddenly stiffens when he feels her limbs wrap around his arm, fingers sinking into the fabric of his plaid as though she's gripping onto his sleeve. his body becomes acutely aware of where she's touching him, as if warming him all the way past skin to his bones, a shiver dancing along his spine. turning to face her at his side, he sees the unbeknownst expression in her features, as if she holds onto him in safety more than anything; and that fact alone both terrifies and thrills him. his gaze flickers around their surroundings, as if wondering if anyone else notices the closeness; he meets jesse's eyes who clearly hides his own knowing simper.
finally moving, ben lets her hold onto him, holding that his bicep isn't too stiff to deter her touch, aching to prolong the physical closeness. gait carries him across the street as he tucks his hand into his jean pockets, almost tucking her hands against his side when doing so to keep them warm against the cold weather. "well, first rule to know about hunters is that you gotta fuel up," he tells her, only slipping away slightly to hold out a diner's door open for her, an instinctive manner that his mother urged for ben to pick up on in his younger years. "so we're going t' have some breakfast and hopefully, good coffee."
