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Opening his eyes, he could see the strangled light find its way into his room. Sighing he rolled onto his side before sitting up on the edge of his bed. Stretching out his arms above his head, Tom yawned and stretched out his back.
The dark room was flooded with light after Tom walked over and opened the cream curtains. The white walls, more homey than the sterile white of hospitals, led down into a carpet of a similar colour to the curtains.
The large king-sized bed lay central against one wall of the bedroom facing a wall covered in bookshelves that strained against the weight of the books. Going through the chest of drawers for clothes, Tom decided that a relaxing look would be a good choice so grabbed a pale blue shirt and a pair of jeans from the drawers.
The morning silence of the apartment was sliced into as a long annoying beep persisted itself into Tom's ears. Grasping the side of his head in pain the beep cut off. Shaking his head Tom grabbed the clothes and headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower.
The soft warm carpet turned into cold hard tiles as the rooms changed. The black tiles contrasted in the pristine bathroom of white. The shower in the corner surrounded by glass seemed to oppose the idly waiting porcelain bath on the other side.
Laying the clothes on the bench and stripping off Tom turned on the shower releasing the eruptive water out of the pipes and onto his bare skin. The warming water ran down his body caressing the skin and relaxing his tense muscles as it went. Letting out a sigh of content Tom cleaned his body and hair before getting out.
Grabbing the nearby towel, tom dried off his body and then his hair. Turning to the vanity and mirror Tom ran his fingers through his hair before getting dressed for the day ahead.
Heading back into his bedroom, Tom made his bed and grabbed his phone sliding it into his back pocket. Heading out of the room for the kitchen, the familiar sound of the Sherlock theme song played out of his phone.
"Good morning Benedict."
"Good morning. I'm glad you are up. What are you doing on your day off?"
"Nothing planned. I have a feeling that you have something for me to do on the improvisation side though." The distorted chuckle was as deep as always.
"I do. Meet me at Leicester Square at 10 this morning."
"I will be there...Maybe" After a few minutes of childish behaviour after the semi-formal conversation Tom ended the phone call.
Grabbing his keys and replacing his phone back into his pocket, Tom grabbed his wallet and headed out onto the streets of London to find breakfast and to meet Benedict for 10.
Deciding on a small cafe, Tom walked in and ordered an English breakfast and a hot cup of herbal tea.
His whole breakfast was entertained and recorded by the fans that were sitting nearby in the cafe.
Once finished he left for Leicester Square knowing he would be there a couple of minutes early. The warm summer sun was starting to warm up the cold streets of London. The air still cold enough to chill you to the bone. After some photos with fans and signing an autograph for a tourist, Tom made it to Leicester Square just as the clock tuned to 10 am.
"Tom!" turning to the familiar voice with a smile Tom walked over to his friend.
"Been a while since I last saw you." Tom sarcastically pointed out as he shook Benedict's hand.
"I think 8 hours might be enough time." Both men chuckled. Walking around until they found a seat, both men were asked for photos and autographs.
"I still don't get used to the attention."
"I don't think it's something you get used to. Anyway, you play Loki. Didn't he want to be king?"
"You play Doctor Strange, so you can't exactly talk. Also, I think Loki still does want to rule."
Both men spoke for a while still having photos with fans and signing things. At 11:30 Benedict finally brought up the reason for them meeting up.
"They are doing a Marvel convention in London next month. There is also three in the states before one in Melbourne. Would you be interested in going?"
"As long as I don't have to dress up as Loki, hair and all."
"I'm sure they can give you a wig." The men chuckled at the thought.
"I might as well. There's not much else to do. How's filming going for season 5, Sherlock?"
"Hahaha. Very funny. We have just finished all of episode 1 and I must say it was certainly interesting."
"I guess that means no spoilers."
"Indeed."
"You looking forward to dressing up as Doctor Strange again for the umpteenth time?"
"I really like the cape. I can't get over how much I love the cape."
"No one gets used to the cape."
The two men got up walking out of the square a similar way to the direction Tom had come just that morning. "So you're definitely doing it?"
"Yeah. I will."
"I look forward to it." Shaking hands again both men went their separate ways towards their homes.