Sherlock's mind wandered. He was in what looked like an ancient time. There was man, with a long white beard and a tall pointy hat, but those eyes... they were so familiar.
They looked like John's eyes.
Why did they look like John's eyes?
He didn't get to ponder it any more. He opened his eyes when he heard John coming back in. He sat up, slowly this time as to not dislodge the cloth, and gave a small smile of thanks. He wasn't really hungry though, so he mostly just moved his food around his plate.
"When we are done, I will clean up the mess in the kitchen. I apologize. I'm not sure what came over me.
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Date: 2019-01-10 12:38 am (UTC)They looked like John's eyes.
Why did they look like John's eyes?
He didn't get to ponder it any more. He opened his eyes when he heard John coming back in. He sat up, slowly this time as to not dislodge the cloth, and gave a small smile of thanks. He wasn't really hungry though, so he mostly just moved his food around his plate.
"When we are done, I will clean up the mess in the kitchen. I apologize. I'm not sure what came over me.