Sherlock turned towards Greg, his face a mask of anger and frustration.
Before Sherlock could respond to what Fates had said, he felt the fingers on his forehead, and a wealth of information rushed into his brain. He saw kissed and hugs, words to say and little things that can be done- none of which of course he had ever done before.
It was all so much, he pulled away from Greg when the information stopped.
"I... I'm supposed to do all of those things, cook for him, give him words of encouragement, hold him for no reason.... and those things will help him merge the mortal and god sides of him?" He asked, for once his voice was unsure.
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Before Sherlock could respond to what Fates had said, he felt the fingers on his forehead, and a wealth of information rushed into his brain. He saw kissed and hugs, words to say and little things that can be done- none of which of course he had ever done before.
It was all so much, he pulled away from Greg when the information stopped.
"I... I'm supposed to do all of those things, cook for him, give him words of encouragement, hold him for no reason.... and those things will help him merge the mortal and god sides of him?" He asked, for once his voice was unsure.