There was something comforting about being back in Hell. One would thing that being there for eons would make you beyond claustrophobic and cabin fevered, but it was just the opposite for Sherlock. It was his sanctuary, his domacile.
He had missed it.
Sherlock was quite glad to FINALLY be rid of those stupid human emotions, they had cause him more pain and annoyance than anything else.
He fell right back into his routine of ferrying souls and occasionally going up to the Overworld to deal with clients, though he was already trying to convince Greg to fold it so he could stay in Hell with John.
Sherlock was a patient man, he waited as John slept, checking on him from time to time, but letting him sleep.
When John finally came walking into the throne room in nothing but a blanket, he had to smile. He made quite a nice picture, he had to admit.
"Ah, so you live.... so to speak." He said with a smirk.
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Date: 2018-02-16 04:08 pm (UTC)He had missed it.
Sherlock was quite glad to FINALLY be rid of those stupid human emotions, they had cause him more pain and annoyance than anything else.
He fell right back into his routine of ferrying souls and occasionally going up to the Overworld to deal with clients, though he was already trying to convince Greg to fold it so he could stay in Hell with John.
Sherlock was a patient man, he waited as John slept, checking on him from time to time, but letting him sleep.
When John finally came walking into the throne room in nothing but a blanket, he had to smile. He made quite a nice picture, he had to admit.
"Ah, so you live.... so to speak." He said with a smirk.