Somewhere deep in his mind, Sherlock was grateful for John steering him towards a chair. Standing seemed to be getting more and more of an impossibility with each admission that passed from John's or whomever he is- lips.
He was still silent as he sat, but he managed to get his breathing and heart rate back under control after a few moments.
He blinked and looked up at John, studying him... REALLY looking at for what seemed like the first time.
Sherlock opened his mouth, and then closed it a couple of times, still trying to think of the right thing to say.. or ANYTHING to say.
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Date: 2019-01-11 05:49 pm (UTC)He was still silent as he sat, but he managed to get his breathing and heart rate back under control after a few moments.
He blinked and looked up at John, studying him... REALLY looking at for what seemed like the first time.
Sherlock opened his mouth, and then closed it a couple of times, still trying to think of the right thing to say.. or ANYTHING to say.