Bennett didn't wait for an answer.
He pressed one last kiss to Noel's temple, rolled off the bed, and began pulling his clothes back together with the unhurried ease of a man who had said exactly what he meant and was comfortable leaving it in the room without a response.
He picked his shirt up from the floor, shook it once, and pulled it on.
Noel was still staring at the ceiling.
Bennett glanced at him, buttoning his shirt from the bottom up.
"Rest," he said. "You have four days and you're already tired."
Noel said nothing.
Bennett tucked his shirt in, picked up his coat, and walked to the door. He opened it, stepped into the corridor, and pulled it shut behind him without another word.
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The corridor was quiet.
