[Sherlock tenses, and the wing quivers just before the touch. Then again, the missing feather and strike through the wing... It might not be too surprising that he worried about another touch.
Yet... The wing shakes again at the touch but not violently. Just a ruffling at the contact. It knows now, it seems, that no harm is intended.
Sherlock, though, remains tense. His pale eyes stay settled straight on the white wall. Hospitals. He hates hospitals. Somehow, it's worse with John as his doctor after everything that's happened. After the last time they saw one another... After the last time they spoke. Everything... Every plan is destroyed now. Captive, Moriarty knows, and John knows.
He tries his best to hide any sort of strain in his voice.]
How long have you been here? Do you remember them bringing you? Did you see any of them? Where we are?
[As if they were meeting up after he'd sent John to investigate a case for him. As if they'd done this before just yesterday. As if nothing had happened.]
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Yet... The wing shakes again at the touch but not violently. Just a ruffling at the contact. It knows now, it seems, that no harm is intended.
Sherlock, though, remains tense. His pale eyes stay settled straight on the white wall. Hospitals. He hates hospitals. Somehow, it's worse with John as his doctor after everything that's happened. After the last time they saw one another... After the last time they spoke. Everything... Every plan is destroyed now. Captive, Moriarty knows, and John knows.
He tries his best to hide any sort of strain in his voice.]
How long have you been here? Do you remember them bringing you? Did you see any of them? Where we are?
[As if they were meeting up after he'd sent John to investigate a case for him. As if they'd done this before just yesterday. As if nothing had happened.]