[ for fuck's sake, Sherlock. that should rub him up the wrong way, it really should, considering everything. but it doesn't. of course it doesn't. instead, here he goes again, laughing out both disbelief and mild joy. Jesus Christ. ]
Yeah, well, we could've done with you.
[ it doesn't last. he doesn't mean for it not to, would hold onto that if he could, but - well. people died. and the ones who didn't aren't faring much better. and John was about as much help as a bloodhound with its nose lopped off. (God, he can hear himself, and he's so bloody morose these days.)
there's no follow-up, just the slow muting of his expression. later, maybe. for now, John chases after a new topic. can't dwell on this one. ]
no subject
Yeah, well, we could've done with you.
[ it doesn't last. he doesn't mean for it not to, would hold onto that if he could, but - well. people died. and the ones who didn't aren't faring much better. and John was about as much help as a bloodhound with its nose lopped off. (God, he can hear himself, and he's so bloody morose these days.)
there's no follow-up, just the slow muting of his expression. later, maybe. for now, John chases after a new topic. can't dwell on this one. ]
— Been up long?