"Great. She's great." John's tone and expression were far less enthusiastic than his word choice suggested.
"Mmm."
"She's pretty easy to talk to, though we didn't discuss much yet. Asked me about myself. Told her I didn't know much. I think... " He sighed before starting over again. "I told her that I think everyone knows more about me than I do. It's a bit disconcerting."
"Disconcerting or no, it's probably accurate."
"Didn't talk about you, if that's what you were wondering."
"No, it wasn't what I was wondering."
"She wanted to know if I remembered anything at all about the place they kept me at. Where it was. What they did. Said that it would help her figure out what approach to take if I remembered any of it, but if I didn't it was fine. I said I was glad that it was fine because I'd hate to disappoint her."
Sherlock bristled. Seemed a bit early to probe the most sensitive part of John's ordeal.
****
Another week went by and Sherlock tried not to ask John any questions. It was just as well, because this time, John just headed to his room without comment and didn't even come back down until morning.
*****
John didn't leave the study this time, but he didn't discuss anything either. They watched some programmes. John stayed resolutely on his side of the sofa, then started eyeing the arm of it closely during the last advertisement, flicking a small spot with his thumbnail.
****
Sherlock was monitoring an experiment in the kitchen when John burst into the room and raised his hands out slightly from his sides, palms out, saying, "Go ahead. I've reread all my blogs, all our cases, I know what you do. I know you're doing it. I can hardly believe my own writing... that you are really that brilliant, that amazing... that it's real. So. What did we talk about today? Go on. Deduce me. "
Sherlock was at a loss. He had deliberately avoided thinking about John's sessions. About Mary. Emotions bias judgment. On the other hand, he had yet to show John what he could do, and that pained him. No cases until he was formally cleared by New Scotland Yard, as a non-criminal first, as alive second. Best as he could tell without data, they were somewhere in between the two and avoiding him completely until both objectives were met. He reigned himself in. Being selfish would get him nowhere. Keep it simple. Just because he's challenging you doesn't necessarily mean he wants to talk. He placed the test tube back in its holder.
FILL 14a/? S"138" (John in slave auction)
"Great. She's great." John's tone and expression were far less enthusiastic than his word choice suggested.
"Mmm."
"She's pretty easy to talk to, though we didn't discuss much yet. Asked me about myself. Told her I didn't know much. I think... " He sighed before starting over again. "I told her that I think everyone knows more about me than I do. It's a bit disconcerting."
"Disconcerting or no, it's probably accurate."
"Didn't talk about you, if that's what you were wondering."
"No, it wasn't what I was wondering."
"She wanted to know if I remembered anything at all about the place they kept me at. Where it was. What they did. Said that it would help her figure out what approach to take if I remembered any of it, but if I didn't it was fine. I said I was glad that it was fine because I'd hate to disappoint her."
Sherlock bristled. Seemed a bit early to probe the most sensitive part of John's ordeal.
****
Another week went by and Sherlock tried not to ask John any questions. It was just as well, because this time, John just headed to his room without comment and didn't even come back down until morning.
*****
John didn't leave the study this time, but he didn't discuss anything either. They watched some programmes. John stayed resolutely on his side of the sofa, then started eyeing the arm of it closely during the last advertisement, flicking a small spot with his thumbnail.
****
Sherlock was monitoring an experiment in the kitchen when John burst into the room and raised his hands out slightly from his sides, palms out, saying, "Go ahead. I've reread all my blogs, all our cases, I know what you do. I know you're doing it. I can hardly believe my own writing... that you are really that brilliant, that amazing... that it's real. So. What did we talk about today? Go on. Deduce me. "
Sherlock was at a loss. He had deliberately avoided thinking about John's sessions. About Mary. Emotions bias judgment. On the other hand, he had yet to show John what he could do, and that pained him. No cases until he was formally cleared by New Scotland Yard, as a non-criminal first, as alive second. Best as he could tell without data, they were somewhere in between the two and avoiding him completely until both objectives were met. He reigned himself in. Being selfish would get him nowhere. Keep it simple. Just because he's challenging you doesn't necessarily mean he wants to talk. He placed the test tube back in its holder.