Just have to find another place to go

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[Sherlock has decided that he likes whatever this place is - a replication of his apartment, yes, but it has just the right mix of quiet and chaos going on in the background that he can get some proper thinking done. And God knows he has a lot of thinking to do right now.

He sits on one end of the couch, hands together and resting beneath his chin, eyes closed. The observant will notice just how tense he is, as if he's expecting something to happen. The ridiculously observant may notice the small spots on the left side of his collar - dried blood stains, there for days at least. And those with a sort of "sixth sense" or whatever for odd things? Well... maybe you can figure it out.

He just sits, unmoving, for now. How long can a person keep this up, exactly...?]


((OoC: BBC'S Sherlock, AU'd! Wide open post, do feel free to bother him. He needs it.))

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[A pause. That gets him to open his eyes. He even quirks an eyebrow.]

You texted me two and a half minutes ago. I didn't read it. And this place is a brilliantly rendered model of my flat. My compliments to the creator.

What are you doing here?

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I didn't, and of course you didn't read it. [Mycroft settles into the chair, still watching Sherlock.] How long had you been here before the text?

[bloodydeduction.livejournal.com]

[Really do not want to deal with this right now...]

Forty-six minutes. I asked a question first.

[constantworry.livejournal.com]

Sitting. I hadn't intended to be here at all.

[bloodydeduction.livejournal.com]

I hadn't either. Where did you intend to be?

[constantworry.livejournal.com]

My office. You?

[bloodydeduction.livejournal.com]

[A pause.] Nowhere specific.

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[There's something wrong with that response. Mycroft's eyes narrow, and he takes a closer look, focusing on the blood stains.]

What happened?

[bloodydeduction.livejournal.com]

Not that it's stopped you before, but it's none of your concern.

[constantworry.livejournal.com]

I can hardly trust you with the responsibility. How long have you been away from Baker Street? [As far as Mycroft knows, he hasn't been, but Sherlock in person is always more reliable than what he knows from surveillance — in physical appearance, at least.]

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Four days.

[He hunches forward, rubbing at his face with both hands.]

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[He doesn't want to ask (and his expression shows it), but it has some slight chance of resulting in an answer.]

Why? You've been getting along so well with your Doctor Watson.

[bloodydeduction.livejournal.com]

[And he doesn't want to answer, so he won't.]

It has nothing to do with him.