He’d get over it. He had to.
He couldn’t discuss plans with Ben until they had their privacy, late at night after the other agents vacated the suite. “It’s good to be alone,” he told Ben as they dressed for bed.
“Right?” Ben yawned and slipped between the covers. “It’s just weird to sweep for bugs every time we go to sleep. And it’s me saying it, so you know it has to be weird.”
Lennon laughed a little at that. Maybe it was weird now, but no matter what Lennon was going to make it part of his daily repertoire. He’d learned the hard way not to be too careful. “They’re serious about not wanting me out of the country, aren’t they?”
Ben glanced at him, and then he slumped his shoulders. “Yeah. And I guess I can kind of see why. When I don’t think about you as you, but just as some guy, I can follow the logic. You’re a brilliant guy, but if some unscrupulous actor got their hands on you and somehow forced you to do something bad it could mean the end of life on earth.”