[ A few minutes after Kate slips off the bed and shuts herself away in the bathroom, their luggage arrives, carried in by members of staff who've been working for the Lancasters since before Benedict was even born. After extending a token effort to help which is immediately rebuffed, as he expected, he decides to simply get out of the way and retreats onto the balconette, wanting to remain as unobtrusive as possible while their things are unpacked and put away.
If it ever occurs to him to find it odd or unsettling to have others rifle through all his belongings, he certainly doesn't say anything about it. Benedict knows how to do his own laundry, was taught how to dye and clean and tie his own robes at the monastery, but when he comes home it's far simpler to let the housekeeping staff take care of it. It's their job, after all, and most of them take great pride in doing their job well. His insistence to help would just create more work for them later when they took it upon themselves to fix what he'd done incorrectly.
He's still leaning against the railing, idly scrolling through his emails on his phone, when Kate emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of soapy steam.
Hearing his name, he steps back into the room, only to be confronted with the sight of her in the doorway, dripping wet, ensconced in a soft white towel and nothing else. Honestly, the towel covers more of her than some outfits he's seen her wear, but it's different. ]
I was just outside, [ he replies, as if that wasn't obvious. ] Do you... I can go back out if you want to grab your clothes? Or I can... bring them to you?
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Date: 2021-10-12 07:03 pm (UTC)If it ever occurs to him to find it odd or unsettling to have others rifle through all his belongings, he certainly doesn't say anything about it. Benedict knows how to do his own laundry, was taught how to dye and clean and tie his own robes at the monastery, but when he comes home it's far simpler to let the housekeeping staff take care of it. It's their job, after all, and most of them take great pride in doing their job well. His insistence to help would just create more work for them later when they took it upon themselves to fix what he'd done incorrectly.
He's still leaning against the railing, idly scrolling through his emails on his phone, when Kate emerges from the bathroom in a cloud of soapy steam.
Hearing his name, he steps back into the room, only to be confronted with the sight of her in the doorway, dripping wet, ensconced in a soft white towel and nothing else. Honestly, the towel covers more of her than some outfits he's seen her wear, but it's different. ]
I was just outside, [ he replies, as if that wasn't obvious. ] Do you... I can go back out if you want to grab your clothes? Or I can... bring them to you?