Sherlock didn't even notice that he was rubbing his shoulder, right where Arthur had been shot so long ago. He was quiet, looking at John- REALLY looking at him... He could smell the fires and see the gleam of armor in the sun.. and his shoulder hurt... it really hurt.
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Date: 2019-01-13 07:27 pm (UTC)"J-john...?"