Benjamin, fortunately, was not asleep. He was sitting in his study, in front of the fire, and sipping whisky, the same whisky Noah seemed to have once again helped herself to the previous night. He had a headache, but he didn't feel like taking anything for it. Most painkillers were not worth it, for a simple migraine.
The knock took him by surprise, and at this time of night, he honestly expected it to be a patient rather than John. He consequently looked surprised when he opened the door, still fully dressed, and wordlessly moved aside to let John in.