Sherlock looks up at John from eyes with pupils far too big and slightly glazed, a small frown of annoyance creasing his brow. He had been so sure that John would be in bed by now, he's such a creature of habit when they don't have a case, why is he down here being an irritant?]
Gathering my thoughts. I have a lot of them, you know, they take a while to gather.
[He slithers properly into the flat and onto the damp hallway floor, before pushing up to his unsteady feet and closing the door behind him.]
Good, that was a pleasant conversation, you can go back to your bed, or whatever other mundane thing you were doing.
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Sherlock looks up at John from eyes with pupils far too big and slightly glazed, a small frown of annoyance creasing his brow. He had been so sure that John would be in bed by now, he's such a creature of habit when they don't have a case, why is he down here being an irritant?]
Gathering my thoughts. I have a lot of them, you know, they take a while to gather.
[He slithers properly into the flat and onto the damp hallway floor, before pushing up to his unsteady feet and closing the door behind him.]
Good, that was a pleasant conversation, you can go back to your bed, or whatever other mundane thing you were doing.