Without thinking, Benedict called Martin.
"John." Ben said. His voice sounded a lot deeper than he expected it to.
"Sherlock?" Martin replied questioningly, "Ben you'd better make this quick, I'm in the middle of a shop."
"Are you busy today?"
"Umm... No, why?"
"Can you... Maybe... Come round later?"
"Ben? Is everything okay?"
"Everything's okay. I'm okay." Benedict replied a bit to defensively, "I just... Need to talk to you."
"Okay then. I'll be round at 6."
"Okay."
"Okay."
"Okay."
"Okay stop it now. We're beginning to sound like Hazel and Augustus." Martin said jokingly.
"Okay." Benedict said. He could hear the faint laughter of his little hedgehog down the phone. "Anyway, when did you read The Fault in our Stars?"
"I could ask the same question to you."
"Hey, sociopaths get bored."
"Yeah, so do hobbits."
They both started to laugh down the phone. They must have sounded like giddy school girls.
"See you later Freeman."
"Later Cumberbatch."
Benedict couldn't stop smiling after that. He probably looked crazy but he didn't care.
He checked his watch for the time: 5:37. Half an hour. Until then, he relaxed and searched for more fanfictions.
