(no subject)
(about a year and a half after this disaster)
James Moriarty is sitting on a couch by the fire wearing a mildly ridiculous contraption and smiling a smile that is much more ridiculous than that.
Logically speaking, with a tiny little creature totally dependent on her for protection sleeping tucked up against her chest, she should be paying close attention to the rest of the room.
Logic doesn't seem to enter into it.
James Moriarty is sitting on a couch by the fire wearing a mildly ridiculous contraption and smiling a smile that is much more ridiculous than that.
Logically speaking, with a tiny little creature totally dependent on her for protection sleeping tucked up against her chest, she should be paying close attention to the rest of the room.
Logic doesn't seem to enter into it.