The fact that Silver even replied is fantastic, really, so the fact that he is actually going to come by is amazing. Benedict isn’t sure if he ought to do anything - shower? change? have drinks ready? - so he just goes back to painting.
When Silver arrives, Benedict emerges from his studio room, in a pair of faded jeans and a long sleeve shirt that, judging by the paint remnants both old and new, seem to be his ‘work clothes.’ He flashes the other man a smile.
“I hadn’t noticed,” he replies, “I lost track of time.”
He shrugs as he moves to help Silver sort everything.
“I’d hate to put you out more than I have. It’s been a long day for you, so something easy is more than fine. It’ll be better than the bread I’d intended to eat.”
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When Silver arrives, Benedict emerges from his studio room, in a pair of faded jeans and a long sleeve shirt that, judging by the paint remnants both old and new, seem to be his ‘work clothes.’ He flashes the other man a smile.
“I hadn’t noticed,” he replies, “I lost track of time.”
He shrugs as he moves to help Silver sort everything.
“I’d hate to put you out more than I have. It’s been a long day for you, so something easy is more than fine. It’ll be better than the bread I’d intended to eat.”