Benjy's eyes flickered shut when she bent to kiss him, a small, fond smile playing over his lips. It widened when she touched her own to them, taking him somewhat unawares. A bit short and stocky, the lad was difficult to move if he didn't want to, and he was resisting now as Mary tugged at him.
"I only just got done saying how I can't sleep yet, love." He gently but firmly removed his hand from hers, patting the back of her palm before he laid his arm across his stomach. "Go on, then, I'll try to find something on the telly and be along when I'm ready. I'll keep it down, don't worry. And I'll try not to wake you when I come in." He grinned up at her, pressing his first two fingers to his lips, then to Mary's neck. "Doesn't usually work out that way, though, does it?"