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John made himself take a breath. Sherlock was right, of course. That didn’t stop him wanting to set out immediately instead of waiting. “I know it’s stupid, I just feel as if I need to do something.”
Sherlock racked his brain. “I’m still cold,” he blurted out finally. Belatedly, he realized that had been brilliant of him. “You need to stay and keep me warm,” he said with deeply smug satisfaction.
John stood, hands on hips, staring at Sherlock for a moment. His mouth quirked up into a smile. “You’re actually telling me that you want me to keep you warm with my own body heat, aren’t you?”
His partner shrugged. “It seems the most sensible course of action.”
John’s smile widened and he dropped his head, shaking it in disbelief. “My life just continues to get more ridiculous. Honestly, who does something like that in real life?”
*****
I now completely understand why the writers of the actual show are always throwing these inferences around like there's no tomorrow and someone just busted open a pinata. It's impossible not to.
Sherlock racked his brain. “I’m still cold,” he blurted out finally. Belatedly, he realized that had been brilliant of him. “You need to stay and keep me warm,” he said with deeply smug satisfaction.
John stood, hands on hips, staring at Sherlock for a moment. His mouth quirked up into a smile. “You’re actually telling me that you want me to keep you warm with my own body heat, aren’t you?”
His partner shrugged. “It seems the most sensible course of action.”
John’s smile widened and he dropped his head, shaking it in disbelief. “My life just continues to get more ridiculous. Honestly, who does something like that in real life?”
*****
I now completely understand why the writers of the actual show are always throwing these inferences around like there's no tomorrow and someone just busted open a pinata. It's impossible not to.
