Officially Cumberbatched? A sequel to 'Well and truly Cumberbatched'

Chapter 46

AN: Song for chapter- 'Sights', London Grammar.

Wednesday. Morning.

Bed.

"Can you see me yet?"

"Not quite, tilt the screen about 45 degrees then. That should do."

"Rosie it's far too early for maths. I'm yet to have my first coffee, you're rudely not here to make it the way I like it."

"Ben, do as you're told for once." I huffed, he smiled adjusting his MacBook, his face appearing clearly on my screen.

"In what world have I ever not done as I'm told? It's one of the few things I can do surely?"

For once I remained silent, I wasn't actually going to tell him he was right now was I? 

"I suppose you win but back to the main topic at hand." I said somewhat seriously.

"And that would be?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.

"My dress Ben, god. I'm a work of art here."

"You were about to pout weren't you?" his brow raised as he asked.

"No, well- a little. Like yours, my ego requires a daily massage, I thought you knew."

"You look lovely, not that you need telling but yes you look nice, really nice." He faintly said, briefly scrunching his nose.

"You're in a sulk Ben, what's wrong?" I asked sitting up against the headboard, he looked away momentarily.

"Nothing's wrong as such." he mumbled, walking over to the windowsill of our room, he was still down at the farm, they weren't filming too far from it for the next few days. 

"Ben." I quietly said, his mind was wandering off again.

"What exactly happened last night then? Alex clearly left me hanging for a reason last night." he finally asked, arms folded.

"I saw well...I met Jol with Alex last night. It wasn-"

"What do you mean you met him? You said you had nothing to say to him."

"I wanted, I just wanted to put an end to it all." I quietly said playing with my fingers.

"A 'no going back' kind of end?" he asked, I looked up nodding briefly.

"Yes, I had to. I know what he's like Ben; he'd have dragged this out for the rest of my life if he had the choice."

"You sound upset, did he upset you?" he frowned, I wiped my brow momentarily.

"Rosie, I-" he almost said.

"Ben it's fine, I'm fine. Honestly, he was being a first class prick but I'm alright." I faintly smiled, his demeanour relaxing ever so slightly.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he softly asked, a few minutes later.

"I don't know, it's just another thing for you to think about. Are you annoyed?" I already knew the answer to that one.

"Somewhat, however I know you meant well. How did it go then?" he asked, stifling the tiniest of smiles.

"Well it started out civil, proceeding to become too personal; he still believes there's a chance we'd happen again- God! Then he turned mean and nasty- as usual. It got a bit too much, the whole wanting there to be an "us" thing...dragging you into it as though you being a good friend to me since we met was the worst thing to happen to his ego. He's such a doorknob." I huffed, his eyes softened thinking about it.