[ His own mouth curves up in the slightest at one of the corners - less relieved, more a quiet understanding, a little commiserating. ]
[ Which is mostly lost when she moves right past him into the room, and all she gets is a small, ] Don't - [ and a huff of indignation when she's inside. ]
[ Because the state of it is certainly something, various clothing and bed sheets in a pile in the corner, a few empty liquor bottles about, his violin tossed into the middle of his mattress. And then there's his research, he supposes, the giant spider's web of crazy that spans over two full walls now - profiles, information, character sketches, the list in the middle of everything. Sherlock shuts the door tightly and pads in after her, a bit slowly and cautiously. ]
Though assuredly not depending entirely upon the goodness of your heart.
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[ Which is mostly lost when she moves right past him into the room, and all she gets is a small, ] Don't - [ and a huff of indignation when she's inside. ]
[ Because the state of it is certainly something, various clothing and bed sheets in a pile in the corner, a few empty liquor bottles about, his violin tossed into the middle of his mattress. And then there's his research, he supposes, the giant spider's web of crazy that spans over two full walls now - profiles, information, character sketches, the list in the middle of everything. Sherlock shuts the door tightly and pads in after her, a bit slowly and cautiously. ]
Though assuredly not depending entirely upon the goodness of your heart.