[ john isn't making it easier by deliberately staying in the way. he leans in the direction sherlock tries to shimmy past and plants his hand out on the hand rail. he doesn't say anything and simply makes a quick grab for sherlock's wrist. the layers of damp clothing offer some resistance but it's not like john is genially peeling them back to confirm his suspicions. ]
Jesus Christ.
[ his eyes roam over the litter of freshly bruised track marks on his arm. his grip on sherlock's wrist tightens and his voice becomes very quiet. ]
no subject
Jesus Christ.
[ his eyes roam over the litter of freshly bruised track marks on his arm. his grip on sherlock's wrist tightens and his voice becomes very quiet. ]
What was it? Heroin? Cocaine?