John let out a sigh. He knew Sherlock was right. He had felt the pain of the dying around him, of being in the Overworld before his time. Before Persephone was needed.
So he tucked himself against Sherlock, feeling far too cold, and wanting the heat coming from the man.
Greg appeared in a swirl of lights, an eyebrow arched, lighting the cigarette between his lips. "Yes?"
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Date: 2018-02-22 11:48 pm (UTC)So he tucked himself against Sherlock, feeling far too cold, and wanting the heat coming from the man.
Greg appeared in a swirl of lights, an eyebrow arched, lighting the cigarette between his lips. "Yes?"