The Mini Break

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One Week Later
You walk downstairs and into the kitchen, sitting on the stool next to Benedict.

"Morning" you moan, rubbing your eyes. Benedict looks up from the script he was reading before he removes his glasses and looks at you.

"You alright?" He asks you. You nod and run your hand through your hair.

"I just hope that I'm feeling better for this week away. I've been looking forward to it for months." You reply, sighing. Benedict offers you a sympathetic look.

"No, I'm determined to get better." You say sort of to yourself.

"I heard you in the bathroom this morning, what time was that?" Benedict asks.

"About 7. It's just a stomach bug. I've been sick so much recently." You reply, getting off the stool and walking to the fridge.

"Do you think that it was something you ate?" Benedict asks, walking over to you. You turn round to him and shrug.

"I can't think of anything that I've eaten that would make me feel this sick". You reply. Benedict shrugs.

"Well then I'm sure it's just a bug. Don't worry about it. And if it's not gone by this time next week, I'll cancel the holiday and we'll go on it when your feeling better." Benedict says softly to you. You nod before you close the fridge door.

"It's just not fair" you sulkily reply, making him laugh. Benedict cups your cheeks before kissing your nose.

"It'll be okay" he replies, laughing slightly.

One week later.

"Have you packed the sun cream?" Benedict asks you, stuffing his toothbrush into his bag. You stop in your tracks and think for a minute.

"Yep, I put it in your hand luggage." You reply, going downstairs.
You walk into the dining room to check Benedict's hand luggage to see if you'd actually put it in there.

"Y/N?" You hear Benedict calling from upstairs.

"Yeah?" You reply.

"What're you doing?" He asks.

"I'm double checking your hand luggage." You reply, picking up his bag and placing it on the table.

"Wait! y/N-one minute. Wait!" He calls as you hear Benedict thudding down the stairs. He practically skids into the dining room and takes his hand luggage off you.

"What's your problem?" You ask, laughing.

"Nothing. I just-I just-remembered that I need to put something into my bag. The taxi is going be here in a minute so I thought I'd hurry up and pack it." He frantically replies

"What is it?" You ask, looking at him.

"What's what?" Benedict replies blankly.

"What do you need to pack?"

"er-er my-my shavers. Yeah, my disposable razors." Benedict replies awkwardly.

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