Finally, Magnussen shrugs, palms turned up and spread wide, as if to indicate it is all the same to him. ‘As you wish.’ He stands from the sofa, hands slipping into the pockets of his trousers. ‘On one condition. Turn around and face John so he can see you, as he said. He is only trying to help you, Sherlock, and it seems you need as much help as you can get.’
Magnussen steps around the glass coffee table to approach the two of them. His feet come to a stop directly in Sherlock’s field of vision.
‘Besides.’ Another of the foil packets lands in front of Sherlock (in Magnussen’s pocket this whole time; waiting for just such an opportunity from the start). Sherlock doesn’t need to lift his gaze from the floor to recognise the audible smirk in Magnussen’s tone. ‘I wouldn’t want your little soldier friend to go too easy on you. You seem to best enjoy a firm hand.’
FILL: Take What We're Given (Just Because You've Forgotten Doesn't Mean You're Forgiven) Part 4i
Magnussen steps around the glass coffee table to approach the two of them. His feet come to a stop directly in Sherlock’s field of vision.
‘Besides.’ Another of the foil packets lands in front of Sherlock (in Magnussen’s pocket this whole time; waiting for just such an opportunity from the start). Sherlock doesn’t need to lift his gaze from the floor to recognise the audible smirk in Magnussen’s tone. ‘I wouldn’t want your little soldier friend to go too easy on you. You seem to best enjoy a firm hand.’