1x1 with Myst and Maggy part 2

"I don't think that will go down very well Mr Bennett, you know how.he is" Timmy replied, looking at Benedict then Amelia.

"I know exactly how he is. But get this, even the lowest spies in the HQs are better than him."Benedict said.

"Alright. So tell him to fuck off, should I mention the last part?" Timmy asked, looking back at Benedict.

"No, he'll probably have a heart attack,"Benedict snickered.

Timmy grinned at Benedict before turning heel and running off to talk to Mr Ping.

Amelia-May
"Won't that kid get into trouble?" I asked, looking at Benedict.

"Timmy is a smart kid, he can manage,"Benedict replied.

Amelia-May
I smiled and cuddled up to him again, hoping Timmy doesn't mention the fact I was with Benedict.

"It seems like I am out of fucks to give today,"Benedict noticed.

Amelia-May
I laughed slightly. " I guess that is partially my fault" I say.

Benedict laughed with her."Probably, yeah."

Amelia-May
After a few minutes, I let out a small sigh, looking towards the ground.

(lets skip it)

(Yus, where should they talk about the sad part?)

(back at the HQs, their room?)

Amelia-May
I flop onto the bed face first. He is such an idiot. He is too young for that. Signing up for the army at 16 is retarded.

(what who)

Benedict came to their room a bit later, tired from all the training."Hey,"he said.

(ill explain later)
Amelia-May
I didn't respond, I felt the pillow getting damp, so I shifted slightly to wipe my eyes.

"Amelia?"Benedict said, now significantly worried."What's wrong?"He asjed walking towards the bed.

Amelia-May
"It was a stupid idea. I should never of let him do it" I say, my voice muffled.

"Let who? Do what?"Benedict asked watching her.

Amelia-May
"I let my little brother sign up for the army when he was 16, a year ago" I started, pausing for a breath.

"And?"Benedict asked fearing the worst.

Amelia-May
"He was shot." I hiccuped "They found his body yesterday" I added, burying my head into the pillow, soaking it.

(why myst)

"Oh, sweetie,"Benedict put his hand on her back not moving his gaze from her.

(I couldn't think of anything else,)
Amelia-May
I kept my head buried in the pillow, but felt some warmth from where Benedict had placed his hand.