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[byronicsherlock]

Who: Sherlock and John
What: Dealing with the mirrorverse fallout
Where: Sherlock's cabin
When: BACKDATED to just after the breach

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[drdaytimetelly]

John wanted a return to normalcy as quickly as possible, but it was a little difficult considering how much tidying up he had to do when the flood had finally ended. There were the purloined pills, the general mess of the infirmary, and a few debaucles with patients that he had to deal with first before he could even head back to his cabin.

He needed to talk to Sherlock. It had been...it had been bad. It had been really, really bad, and the awful noises (sounded a bit like a cat being swung around by its tail, actually) proved that Sherlock knew it too. John had automatically started for the kitchen, but stopped short once he had reached his usual chair - the one that faced Sherlock's - and winced at the screech of the violin.

[byronicsherlock]

Sherlock ignored him. Pretended to ignore him. Same thing. Similar. He drew his bow back viciously and snap went one of the strings. He hissed in irritation. Considered continuing, but, there were limits.

He placed the violin carefully on the carpet, no reason to take it out on the instrument. And it was far less replaceable than the wall.

He avoided John's eyes and flicked the bow from side to side, fast enough that it made a whipping sound as it parted the air.

[drdaytimetelly]

John stayed where he was, both listening intently to Sherlock to gauge his mood and looking for a reason to scoot away.

He cleared his throat and dropped into his chair. His decision was made. He was going to attempt conversation, even if Sherlock didn't want it.

"I sorted everything with the infirmary."

[byronicsherlock]

Damn, He was going to do that, John thing and attempt to talk it out.

Sherlock whipped the bow to point at John and met his eyes. Fascinating," he said, entirely dead-pan.

He had a momentary flash of sympathy, this couldn't be easy for John either. But then, he was the one who wanted who talk about it, not Sherlock. The sympathy was hastily smothered and put out.