Likely spoilers from The Final Problem in the comments!

[deduce]

You feel sick?

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[onthesideoftheangels]

[A quiet huff of laughter. It's quite black laughter and it's not actually because he's that amused, but there you are anyway.]

Quite.

[deduce]

Do you know, she's actually in a state of shock.

[onthesideoftheangels]

Oh, I'd supposed as much. Rather the intention, wasn't it? [LOOK, HE'S FINE, HE'S SO FINE.] Mine's shaking and creating an iTunes playlist, always a sign of some dramatic upheaval in her life.

[deduce]

She had to force herself into going to sleep. Something about a phobia of being sick. I'd say it's one of her strangest quirks, but I also happen to know that she has a fear of wrists.

reposting for spelling error

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

My mun is wondering how long the wait will be this time.
SH

[deduce]

About a year.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Actually, I doubt they'll reveal it.
SH

[deduce]

The actors have previous engagements. They'd have to work around extensive schedules; it's likely that they'll wait for the prospective movies their about to be apart of to finish filming before starting their own.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

I failed to be clear. There are many ideas floating in this mun's head about how we survived. I doubt it will be revealed.
SH

[322434]

No picnic, is it?

casually edges you towards the amat app so that you might app next round

[deduce]

I have a strange suspicion that it's not meant to be.

how did you know I was eyeing it? O_O

[322434]

And since when have you failed to enjoy something simply because it's not meant to be enjoyed?

[She keeps her tone light, but she knows she's glossing over the issue hugely.]

I hope you bought Miss Hooper flowers. Or something rather more substantial.

because i'm sherlock motherfucking holmes 8)

[deduce]

_{[He doesn't even bother responding, merely holding her gaze steadily before flicking his eyes away.]}

So a thank you card is a bit not good, then?

_{[Jokes. God, he's so bitter he can barely even make a joke.]}

ooh mr Holmes ooh

[322434]

Oh, I don't know. She might not be interested in material things. A card might do. It would depend what you wrote in it.

Will you promise me something, Sherlock?

[stillhastrustissues]

...

You feel sick?

[deduce]

No, I don't feel sick, John. She does.

[deduce]

I'm fine.

_{[Absolutely and unequivocally fine because this is what he has to be. No small hints of emotion, just a mask; blank dark and incredibly bitter.]}

Perfect, actually. There's some small relief in being dead.

[stillhastrustissues]

Yeah.

Yeah, I suppose there is, for the one who's dead.

[deduce]

And I'd do it all over again if I had the chance.

[stillhastrustissues]

[ And he can't help but laugh- like it's some sort of reflex, dark and humorless. ]

Of course you would. Of course you would. [ He would have jumped if their situations were reversed, if the situations were the same, but he'll never know there was a situation anywhere that counts, will he- and he sure as hell wouldn't have stayed dead. ] You stupid son of a--

[ His throat closes around the word, his voice breaks off the end of the sentence, and it feels like the most he can do is straighten his back and keep his eyes dry. John brings up a hand to pinch at the bridge of his nose, spreads it to cover his eyes anyway, because it feels like something tried to carve itself out of his chest with an ice pick and moved on to his head when that didn't work.

He feels so old. ] God, I hate you.

[ But there's no substance behind it- he doesn't, he can't, he never could, and it's always been like that. ]

[conduce]

It's just us ghosties now.

[deduce]

<sub>[Oh, he has so much to say to you and yet his throat is tight and he can't say a single damned thing.

The famous Sherlock Holmes, choked out of a reply because he's too bitter to offer anything other than a glare.]</sub>

[conduce]

[ Oh. Sherlock Holmes, oh, how that does pain him to see. ]

How exquisite, the likes of you without a reply.

Nothing for a fallen comrade?

[deduce]

You lost.

_{[And that's it, really. Because what more is there to say? He's dead and Sherlock isn't.]}

[conduce]

No.

[ His voice is sudden and sharp and not at all the sing-song lilt of before because it's WRONG, because he didn't lose and he doesn't lose. ]

I just didn't win.