The pleasure of your company

[missthewoman]

Who: Irene and Sherlock (closed)
missthewoman and whatsolarsystem
What: As arranged here, taking a snooping leisurely stroll of the Sif.
When: Backdated April 27, morning
Where: The Sif
Warnings: Horrible small-talk?

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[whatsolarsystem]

Sherlock shrugged; the feeling of having his arm linked with Irene's was foreign, and he usually shirked away from physical contact. But his current mood was all indifference, and he spoke with detachment as he walked.

"Music. Reading. Experiments. Drugs," he listed, one after the other in quick succession. He paused, wondering if he should go into more detail concerning the latter. Not that he cared for her response, but he knew that the subject often brought up questions. He might as well answer them before she had a chance to ask.

"And no, I don't do the drugs any more. I've been off the needle for awhile; I haven't been in a mood terrible enough to come rushing back to it just yet."