...ock praying stance.
"I had him, Ben. I had him! Why did you have to knock him out before I did it?" Gwen growled, Ben flinching.
"I was worried about you!" Ben said defensively, carefully controlling his tone. "I didn't wanna leave it to chance, y'know? Remember the bank heist last week?"
Gwen harrumphed while staring out the window, but her expression fell soon enough. Ben decided to move in for the finishing touch.
He moved swiftly from his seat across hers, breaking that invisible wall that seemed almost impenetrable just a second earlier.
He discreetly held her hand in his, careful to not give Grandpa any hints.
"When you almost got shot by that bank thief, my heart almost died there and then, Gwen. I couldn't let the same thing happen when we fought Six-Six yesterday," Ben said soothingly, Gwen pouting just a little.
"Ben, I can handle things by myself. I'm a strong girl," Gwen said, finally smiling as Ben chuckled.
He gave Gwen a daring peck on the cheek as he wrapped his arm around her, all the while his actions invisible to Grandpa Max, who just honked at a passing motorcycle.
"I know you are, babe. I just love ya too much to see anything bad happen to you," Ben said with another of his famous cheeky grins.
"Oh? So was that why you always shielded me from attacks during our first s...