[ Some of your recent 'stuff' has infuriated him, to be quite honest. ]
I'm alright. We've had a good variety of intakes, but I guess not a lot of people knew they were sick before the announcement and I'll bet a lot still won't come in. They don't trust us.
Really good work on the Smiley thing, by the way. Fantastic. That's going to help a lot of people.
[ he needed to be on that list, John. He'll do whatever it takes to get something solved. While others find the idea of that list terrifying, Sherlock finds it relieving because it assures him he's one step closer to figuring things out. ]
Naturally, with the way the symptoms are progressing - they may need to. You've earned a lot of respect, John. They may not trust everyone, but a lot of the ship - trust you.
[ That's really not how it all came off to be, Sherlock. ]
I have a phaser gun and I'm going to show you how to shoot it. Do. Not. Lose. It.
[ What can he possibly say to the other bit. A part of him is suspicious but, overall, he's very touched. Hello, unwarranted wave of emotion. Back to whence you came from - I'm English. ]
[he was quiet for a moment, content to sit with the silence and their drinks...but Booth never really was one for quiet and it's not that much longer before he speaks up again]
[ John could do quiet, though this is not the sort of comfortable silence among friends so much as it is a lack of things to say. His eyes flicker over at the question. Sherlock had mentioned former military about Booth, and Sherlock was almost never wrong. Not that John couldn't recognize such a thing himself by the way the man held himself. ]
[ John's own hands mime the twisting of the aforementioned thing. ]
That's what this is about? A toy?
[ He's no longer sure who's the worst person for this - Wheatley for getting upset enough to blow up someone's message box or the other person for being stubborn over a toy. ]
Well, I can see why you'd want it. [ Being stuck in a bed is boring. ] What's she want with it? Why's she even got it, if it's yours?
Well it's not...just about the cube, if you must know. There are a lot of, um. Underlying issues, from back home--
[But he catches himself there, trailing off and dropping his hands back into his lap.]
She took it from me a while back. It's not actually important, she's just...immature. Got a bit of a track record when it comes to being absolutely impossible.
[ Do you... want to talk about it? Does he really want to stick his foot in this? Maybe the cube is some sort of symbol for something. Girlfriend... could robots even have girlfriends? Friend, then, maybe? Sod it.
Pot, kettle, Wheatley, but we're still holding our tongue for now. ]
Well, if you like, maybe we can find you something here for you to work with in the meantime?
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