"Figured you were hungry," he says with a beat. Tobacco and food are exchangable things.
Sherlock will perhaps begin detailing his exploits, when you do. In fact, he can probably quote lines off of John's blog. Sherlock is particularly guilted a bit right now as well, not as badly as what Holmes has done. Nope, that was on his To-Do List. The current cause of his Watson guilt was the foray into the drugs; which he'd rather not talk about as well.
There is a large part of Sherlock that doesn't want to talk about Jim. The bombings. John strapped to semtex. The pink iPhone. These marred pretty fresh on him and the fact he still doesn't know what happened still stings. He had a moment of vulnerability he wasn't entirely proud of when Moriarty was brought up. The name set him on edge.
"You will, because for one, we both know how much we love the sound of our own voice," he admits. "And admittedly the victorian inflections are rather charming."
He decides to tread on ahead without warning. He finds the corner leading to where the lockers are. In hopes that the spare uniform for himself is in there. He pops his head back to catch Holmes in view. Because he will defy god trying to get the last word, he actually winks as he says. "And at least I can reach the high shelf, Holmes."
He moves to where the lockers are. He had taken a note of Holmes number as he stands by the mans number. Hopefully Holmes had more sense to pack. Hopefully Holmes had brought a skull.
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Sherlock will perhaps begin detailing his exploits, when you do. In fact, he can probably quote lines off of John's blog. Sherlock is particularly guilted a bit right now as well, not as badly as what Holmes has done. Nope, that was on his To-Do List. The current cause of his Watson guilt was the foray into the drugs; which he'd rather not talk about as well.
There is a large part of Sherlock that doesn't want to talk about Jim. The bombings. John strapped to semtex. The pink iPhone. These marred pretty fresh on him and the fact he still doesn't know what happened still stings. He had a moment of vulnerability he wasn't entirely proud of when Moriarty was brought up. The name set him on edge.
"You will, because for one, we both know how much we love the sound of our own voice," he admits. "And admittedly the victorian inflections are rather charming."
He decides to tread on ahead without warning. He finds the corner leading to where the lockers are. In hopes that the spare uniform for himself is in there. He pops his head back to catch Holmes in view. Because he will defy god trying to get the last word, he actually winks as he says. "And at least I can reach the high shelf, Holmes."
He moves to where the lockers are. He had taken a note of Holmes number as he stands by the mans number. Hopefully Holmes had more sense to pack. Hopefully Holmes had brought a skull.