Greg stepped over and put one hand to Sherlock's heart and the other to his forehead. He whispered a few words in a language that many thought long dead.
It was only minutes before a flood of emotions rushed to Sherlock. Love, anger, happiness, sadness, depression, euphoria. Everything all at once, until it mellowed out, leaving just peace. From there, it depended on Sherlock.
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It was only minutes before a flood of emotions rushed to Sherlock. Love, anger, happiness, sadness, depression, euphoria. Everything all at once, until it mellowed out, leaving just peace. From there, it depended on Sherlock.