Monday Maunderings...

[agilebrit]

*evil laughter* I'm not setting it up. Here, just... have it.

Ben sat on the bed with his face in his hands, an overnight bag packed with bare essentials open beside him. He'd nearly bolted before Janni got home from this catering job, but had decided that doing so would be monstrously unfair to her. The shakes had ahold of him, though, and he really didn't know if he'd be strong enough to actually walk out the door.

He heard the garage door, then Janni's voice. "Ben?"

"In here."

She stopped short in the doorway. "Sweetie? Going somewhere?"

He flapped his hand. "I just need...oh, hell, honey."

She was across the room in an instant, kneeling in front of him. "What do you need?" she asked gently.

"To stand on my own two feet for once." He scrubbed the heel of his hand across his face. "The women in my life are amazing. You especially. I have no idea how you've put up with years of this. But I can't ask you to go through it again."

"You didn't ask, I volunteered." She caught his hand before he started rubbing on the handcuff scars again. "So, you're running? This isn't like you, Ben."

"I'm trying to think of it as 'going away to get my head screwed on straight' rather than running." He was still bound up in his guilt over Ange, and rationalizations weren't helping.

"You're not taking much..."

"I'm not planning on being around people. I'll have my phone, and the laptop with the satellite internet." And his Glock, loaded with silver bullets, nestled in the bottom of the bag. But he wasn't going to tell her that.

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