BBC's "Sherlock" (
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2018-02-10 04:32 pm (UTC)
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Sherlock squeezed his hand back, sitting on the edge of the bed, his leg pressed close to Johns.
"John." He asked calmly. "What do you remember... about me?" Sherlock;s heart would have been in his throat, if he had a heart.
This was it, he was going to reveal everything to the man and hope that it pulled him closer, and didn't tear him apart or scare him away.
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"John." He asked calmly. "What do you remember... about me?" Sherlock;s heart would have been in his throat, if he had a heart.
This was it, he was going to reveal everything to the man and hope that it pulled him closer, and didn't tear him apart or scare him away.