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WHO:

Sherlock Holmes and OPEN
WHERE: All around the city
WHEN: Anywhere between the 16th of January and the 24th.
WARNINGS: None! Will update if any come up.
SUMMARY: Sherlock is a bit touchy-feely, thanks to Desire, and just can't sit at home any more lest he go absolutely mad with boredom. Catch all for any shenanigans you would like with him. You can also catch him at his flat, if you need to consult him. Seriously, open to everyone, even if we haven't had CR before, because I want it.
FORMAT: Para to set up, then whatever you like~

He'd been obsessing.

Desire promised a distraction and now he has one, though whether it will drive him mad rather than release the boredom, who can say.

He certainly can't stay put anymore. Striding through the city as a tall brooding shadow, just possibly accidentally running into passerby, a constant flicker of tiny white notes running in succession by his head.

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He didn't stop her, the small mixture of relief and longing and not quite enough being all too common now, though it somehow still held as much impact as the first. He did, however, let his hand slip from hers and rest at his side.

"Knowing what is best for them and feeling for them are easily mutually exclusive. And less likely to endanger everyone else in the process."

Not that he would think too deeply about his own decisions to rescue John, or be rescued, or keep him out of harms way... Those were completely logical decisions, based on nothing but available data. Of course.

"And wouldn't you say that caring for someone might make you more likely to consider things about them a little more closely than with someone you have no real attachment to? That's what I meant, really."

She wouldn't make any silly attempts to clutch his hand back after he dropped it to his side: there was no reason to.

"I consider everyone closely." It was a statement of fact. True, he often deleted what he found out soon after meeting them, but he always considered people closely. At first.

Just, perhaps not their feelings.

His hands tensed at his sides and he slipped them into his pockets, rubbing his fingertips together.

"And do you keep considering them after they're no longer useful? That's an important bit." She watched the way he moved his hands, wondering exactly what was going on with them.

"Are you ... feeling all right?"

"If they're no longer of interest, why would I have to?"

He frowned at the question, and looked honestly a little perplexed over why she would ask him that. "Fine."

"You're a tad more fidgety than usual. And you should continue to care because..." she has to phrase this carefully, she knows, "they might be useful again in the future."

Sure, that would work.

"You met me once," He said flatly, though slightly unnerved because it was true.

"And I'll pay attention again when they are. I only need a few seconds to catch up anyway."

"Well, you're a tad bit more fidgety than I'd expect of someone who was so calm when I met him first." She pursed her lips. Casually dicussing drugs without any real movement was -- curious.

"Some people will expect you to be able to pay attention even when you think they aren't important, you know." It's called rapport, Sherlock.