I'm glad you posted this tonight. I'm leaving for The Threeway In New Orleans tomorrow, and I won't have time to check much of anything till Sunday evening.
I liked this. I loved how their reunion took its sweet time, how there were all these little uncertainties hanging in the air, and neither of them quite knows how to deal with it. Because you wouldn't know, would you? Friends returning from the dead isn't something that you'd find covered in Emily Post. And I like especially that it's both of them who are uncertain and floundering. John not quite realizing when his saved anger drains away, and Sherlock trying so hard to be nice, or at least to follow the forms, hoping the function will sort itself out.
Finally, I'm amused by the trouble Sherlock had to go through to see John in the hospital. Because, while I know that this is a Big Deal, and that people can be barred from seeing each other, there are some hospitals (including, apparently, the U of C hospitals) where all you have to do is announce the name of your patient, and bam, you can go in and set up camp. When my mom came to visit me in the hospital, she told me that she'd just walked in, asked for me, and informed them that she was there to stay. I don't know if anyone actually asked her to prove that she was my mother -- I suppose she could have been just a random friend, setting up camp for a week in my hospital room. Funny how that works.
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Date: 2012-10-31 02:38 am (UTC)I'm glad you posted this tonight. I'm leaving for The Threeway In New Orleans tomorrow, and I won't have time to check much of anything till Sunday evening.
I liked this. I loved how their reunion took its sweet time, how there were all these little uncertainties hanging in the air, and neither of them quite knows how to deal with it. Because you wouldn't know, would you? Friends returning from the dead isn't something that you'd find covered in Emily Post. And I like especially that it's both of them who are uncertain and floundering. John not quite realizing when his saved anger drains away, and Sherlock trying so hard to be nice, or at least to follow the forms, hoping the function will sort itself out.
Finally, I'm amused by the trouble Sherlock had to go through to see John in the hospital. Because, while I know that this is a Big Deal, and that people can be barred from seeing each other, there are some hospitals (including, apparently, the U of C hospitals) where all you have to do is announce the name of your patient, and bam, you can go in and set up camp. When my mom came to visit me in the hospital, she told me that she'd just walked in, asked for me, and informed them that she was there to stay. I don't know if anyone actually asked her to prove that she was my mother -- I suppose she could have been just a random friend, setting up camp for a week in my hospital room. Funny how that works.