"You have to mercilessly bully a machine. You should be great at it, actually."
Sherlock lead the way to his own rooms, since they were close and John would naturally be choosing one nearby.
The subject of his death was hovering like a swarm of gnats, each one a stinging little question that desperately needed asking. He would hold out as long as he was able, for the sake of the look on John's face [and the throbbing in his freshly battered cheek], but there was no telling how long that might be.
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Date: 2012-06-24 02:09 am (UTC)Sherlock lead the way to his own rooms, since they were close and John would naturally be choosing one nearby.
The subject of his death was hovering like a swarm of gnats, each one a stinging little question that desperately needed asking. He would hold out as long as he was able, for the sake of the look on John's face [and the throbbing in his freshly battered cheek], but there was no telling how long that might be.