@disasterlibrarian said: ❝ i like who i am with you. ❞
The silence of the night surrounded them as they stood on the balcony, Rick’s arms wrapped around Evelyn from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder. He liked moments like these, where they could take their time, no rush or urgency to get to work, to finish any chores that were set up in the morning. Just the two of them, the cool breeze brushing over their embracing bodies every now and again. His brain slowed down as if to get ready for sleep, and Rick could tune out the rest of the world. So when her question came, it took him a moment to register what she said. The meaning of it evaded him for a little longer, therefore he had to ask: “ And who are you with me? ”
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@shrlxcked said: “ upset? why would i be upset? ”
“ How would I know? ” It’s an observation John had made without thinking much of it — the first thing he had seen upon entering the flat being the pronounced pout on Sherlock’s face. So, naturally he had made a query for its reason, and he was met with the borderline manic response. And while his initial thought was the detective getting stuck on some tedious thing, now he had actually started to worry. Not enough to consider this a dangerous situation, but he was definitely more on alter than usual. “ So. . . why don’t you sit down with me and tell me what’s wrong? ” It might not work, yet John still sits down in his chair, looking over Sherlock with a curious look in his eye.
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