Benjamin waves away the offer of repayment with a now-empty hand. "I packed too many, you're doing me a favor." Hmm, should've switched that sentence around. Nothing to be done about it now, and at the moment his grammar is the least to be concerned about.
"Yeah, take care man." Finally, finally the other man departed, leaving Benjamin free to retreat inside his apartment and lock the door. Normally he would have been glad to acquaint himself with a neighbor, might have invited the man inside for food or drink as was the done thing where he grew up. However, the facts remained that not only was Benjamin technically sick, but Dominic had work to be doing.
At least he was feeling a little better, though not nearly up to the walk he'd mentioned. Sleep would probably do the rest, even if it was to be had on his apartment floor instead of a mattress as planned. Beggars, choosers.
It wasn't until he'd stretched out on the aforementioned horizontal surface (much to his relief, as his stomach had decided to make a liar of him and become queasy again) that he remembered the offers made of ginger pills and teas. Moving was out of the question, but maybe he could at least let them know he wouldn't be by/answering his door tonight?
Or not, given that his glance for the laptop revealed it to be well out of reach now. Apologize later, he thought as he slung an arm over his eyes. Hopefully the person in 205 doesn't stay up waiting.