[Despite the roughness of the last injection, Sherlock is perfectly still when the syringe is wielded again. It goes in easily this time, just a nip and then the push, and that's it.
Any explanation would do, and he knows it. There are a thousand ways to lie about what happened or to reiterate what he'd said then. But he wouldn't lie. He owed John that much right now.
That didn't mean he'd tell him what had really happened, though. ...John doesn't need to know that. He doesn't deserve to have that on his mind ever.]
Good.
[And then he hears Molly's voice in his head. The reminder she'll give him, where others know not to even think about it.]
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Any explanation would do, and he knows it. There are a thousand ways to lie about what happened or to reiterate what he'd said then. But he wouldn't lie. He owed John that much right now.
That didn't mean he'd tell him what had really happened, though. ...John doesn't need to know that. He doesn't deserve to have that on his mind ever.]
Good.
[And then he hears Molly's voice in his head. The reminder she'll give him, where others know not to even think about it.]
Thank you.