[Sherlock flipped a couple of pages over, skimming what was written. Unimportant things, a few personal matters.]

Wonderful to know human nature never changes--

Still convinced everyone wants nothing more than to know the intimate details of their dull, dull lives.

[But there are a few things worth further inspection. When the words don't blur together from looking at them too carefully.

He pushes off the bridge, steadying himself after briefly wavering. No. No, he's fine. Able to continue on the walk.

Sherlock is silent for a short while. Then, his eyes cast over John again. He detects no sign of anything, but he'd rather hear it, just to be sure. And he'll know if John lies to him.]

Injured? Anything done except the wings?

["I'd go for the hands." "...a few measly kilograms to crush the bones..."

"Though that's probably fixed now, isn't it?"]