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[@Plank Sinatra] [@Kaithas] [@NarayanK] [@Write]

Once upon a time, Ben would've asked why she was searching under the bed then. Or why she'd forgotten all about the weapon she wanted to grab. These little, logical things. 

It had only taken a couple weeks to learn such questions were pointless with Lauren.

Whatever he might have said would've been muffled by the midriff in front of his face, anyway, so he didn't bother. He couldn't see, either, so again he didn't bother. Traversing the room with his eyes closed had been something of a safety mechanism for a while, he didn't need any help finding his way over to Lauren's bureau. He gave her shoulder a little squeeze while he walked over, whether to express his exasperation or affection was up to her. Probably a bit of both. He only stopped walking when he could reach out and touch the dresser, electing to lean waaaay back so Lauren could actually reach the drawer without hopping down. It was pretty clear she didn't intend to.

At Amy's comment, though, he twisted his head juuuust enough to be heard when he spoke. His face still wasn't really visible, but it [i]sounded[/i] like he was pretty amused.

[color=00aeef]"Nah, I'm pretty safe in here. First couple days didn't kill me so I'm good. Good effort, though, Desire."[/color]