He shifted in his chair, and then very carefully moved his hand from John's wrist to his face: a brief, uncertain touch, but a warm one all the same.
"And don't--dribble, all right? We made it to coffee, it'll be a disgrace if everything goes to hell now." The remark was nowhere near his usual level of acid or sharpness--in fact it was almost gentle. Or at least as gentle as Sherlock Holmes could ever get.
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Date: 2012-02-11 04:12 am (UTC)He shifted in his chair, and then very carefully moved his hand from John's wrist to his face: a brief, uncertain touch, but a warm one all the same.
"And don't--dribble, all right? We made it to coffee, it'll be a disgrace if everything goes to hell now." The remark was nowhere near his usual level of acid or sharpness--in fact it was almost gentle. Or at least as gentle as Sherlock Holmes could ever get.