[Privately, John wonders how far Sherlock's lines of credit and bank account actually run.
But he supposes there isn't going to be a rent due this month. Or any utilities. That's something. John is quiet, contemplating--trying not to feel too feverishly fainting--as they make their way back up to the street. There's a heavy presence of police and they duck away quickly. When they're on their way properly, he speaks up again.]
What do you think Moriarty's going to do next? He hasn't got Caroline anymore. But... I mean, there's still that investigation by the Army. Lestrade's gonna skin me alive.
[But he has to hope the man will cover for him given the circumstances. God knows it seems like Sherlock has tested him to the breaking point over the years.]
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But he supposes there isn't going to be a rent due this month. Or any utilities. That's something. John is quiet, contemplating--trying not to feel too feverishly fainting--as they make their way back up to the street. There's a heavy presence of police and they duck away quickly. When they're on their way properly, he speaks up again.]
What do you think Moriarty's going to do next? He hasn't got Caroline anymore. But... I mean, there's still that investigation by the Army. Lestrade's gonna skin me alive.
[But he has to hope the man will cover for him given the circumstances. God knows it seems like Sherlock has tested him to the breaking point over the years.]