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This is awful.
This is awful, horrible, stupid, frustrating, damned idiotic, and he won't stand for it. He won't be kept here when there is a warm bed with his name on it (in John's room), a flat with heating and Internet and running water and other necessities. He won't suffer the fresh air (hasn't he always hated people suggesting fresh air as a cure for all ills? It makes him sick). He doesn't mind mud or discomfort or anything grim for a case, but when it's needless, when it's pointless, when he could be at home in 221b, equally bored but at least comfortable, it is horrendous.
"We're leaving," he announces, with no preamble, wrapping his scarf tighter. "And I couldn't be happier about it."
This is awful, horrible, stupid, frustrating, damned idiotic, and he won't stand for it. He won't be kept here when there is a warm bed with his name on it (in John's room), a flat with heating and Internet and running water and other necessities. He won't suffer the fresh air (hasn't he always hated people suggesting fresh air as a cure for all ills? It makes him sick). He doesn't mind mud or discomfort or anything grim for a case, but when it's needless, when it's pointless, when he could be at home in 221b, equally bored but at least comfortable, it is horrendous.
"We're leaving," he announces, with no preamble, wrapping his scarf tighter. "And I couldn't be happier about it."