Just have to find another place to go

[bloodydeduction.livejournal.com]

[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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[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.]

[bloodydeduction.livejournal.com]

Four days.

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

[constantworry.livejournal.com]

[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.