He can already tell that as soon as he makes it to the flat, he is going to need to sleep. Until then, he can press on...
Thank God John is alongside, though. Sherlock keeps his strides even with John's. He won't lean on the soldier, no. Nothing of the sort. He's not even sure he'd be allowed to do so. But there's some comfort in being close enough to do it, in knowing he might be able to brace himself for a moment against a solid body that won't immediately let him stumble.
"Your only three friends in the world."
But at least John will walk with him here. For now.]
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He can already tell that as soon as he makes it to the flat, he is going to need to sleep. Until then, he can press on...
Thank God John is alongside, though. Sherlock keeps his strides even with John's. He won't lean on the soldier, no. Nothing of the sort. He's not even sure he'd be allowed to do so. But there's some comfort in being close enough to do it, in knowing he might be able to brace himself for a moment against a solid body that won't immediately let him stumble.
"Your only three friends in the world."
But at least John will walk with him here. For now.]