ninth entry ( text )

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It's been a long time since I have had the chance to write up one of our cases and I might be a little rusty, but here it is: The Guilt Complex!

Hopefully it has everything the press neglected to mention when the story made the headlines. And it could be a distraction from this "daylight darkness" stuff that has been going on lately too. Blackheath has been all skittery when we go for a walk... and after reading about that cat, I don't really blame him. I can only hope those kids have learnt their lesson too.

Comments

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[Sherlock sighs in aggravation. He said no sugar. That and there was nothing to experiment at the moment. The water finally boils, and Sherlock hastily puts together the two mugs of tea. He's already sipping his own when he puts John's beside his computer without saying anything.]

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Thanks.

[ wary as john is, his fingers curl around his mug fairly quickly. sherlock's made the effort to make tea (maybe he's still feeling unwell, a small voice suggests from the back of his mind) and john acknowledges his effort with a small, tentative sip. as promised, there's no sugar and a pleased note emits from the doctor. ]

Mm. That's nice.

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[Sherlock keeps a keen eye on John's reaction, with the same somewhat lost look on his face that seems to long for some sort of approval. When the tea seems to have been a success, Sherlock simply nods at first.]

Right. ...Thank you. For what you said.

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Uh... no problem.

[ john gives him a lopsided smile and mumbles into his tea. ]

But if it's all the same to you, I'll just... shut up next time.

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Hm.

[A twitch of a smile crosses Sherlock's face before he actually starts to read the newspaper.]

I'd tell you to shut up if I needed you to.

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[ john finishes sipping in his tea and places the cup on the armrest. ]

Yeah, I know you would.