"And cut!" the director called. Martin turned to Benedict with a smile as the two walked off set to take a break, "You were brilliant in that scene." Ben laughed softly and shook his head, beaming at his co-star, "Both you and John flatter me too often. You were much better." He winked and Martin chuckled as well, "Well, there's a reason they picked you for Sherlock." Ben smirked, "My dashing good looks?" "No, the ability to talk fast and annoy everyone you meet," Martin said teasingly. Ben let out a genuine laugh, "Shut up."
The two made it over to the break room and picked up the freshly steeped cups of tea with their names on them. "So, I believe we're handcuffed together in the next scene," Ben said, glancing at his cup as he took a sip. "Oh, fantastic," Martin laughed, taking a sip of his as well and coughed, "I'm sure the fans will just love to see that… bugger, why is this so strong?" Ben looked over at him and down at the mug he was holding, "That's mine." Martin glanced down, "Oh."
Ben's eyes gleamed as he spoke, "Come now, Martin. I know I'm supposed to be the detective here, but you should know your name isn't Benedict." Martin just blushed, "It was an accident." Ben took another sip of Martin's tea and made a face, "This is nearly only hot water!" "Give it back!" Martin laughed and switched mugs with Ben, brushing their fingers together. They both froze for a moment and Martin cleared his throat. "Sorry," he murmured quietly and walked over to talk to Andrew. Ben watched him go curiously, having felt the same small spark Martin did, "That's… quite alright."
