[Sherlock doesn't raise his gun, but his grey eyes blaze and the detail of Arthur's gun stands out and its serial number burns bright.
John, however.
John - who even a day after knowing him feels like some sort of piece of himself - has tensed ridiculously, eyes flaring at Arthur and drawing his British Army L9A1, ready to defend Sherlock at a second's notice. The cane is gone, and the hardened soldier has replaced it.]
[Sherlock's voice, however, is as cool as frosted glass.]
no subject
John, however.
John - who even a day after knowing him feels like some sort of piece of himself - has tensed ridiculously, eyes flaring at Arthur and drawing his British Army L9A1, ready to defend Sherlock at a second's notice. The cane is gone, and the hardened soldier has replaced it.]
[Sherlock's voice, however, is as cool as frosted glass.]
There's no need for dramatics.