spoilers for 2x3 in the comments

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Stop overreacting.

Idiot.

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[napoleonofcrime]

Nope.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Not you.

[napoleonofcrime]

When have I ever overreacted to anything?

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Please. Your entire life is a series of overreactions.

[napoleonofcrime]

And yours, a series of underreactions.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Perhaps you merely don't matter as much as you think you ought to.

[napoleonofcrime]

No.

[His eyes go comically wide.]

Really?

[doespostmortems]

Sherlock, it was h-hard to watch, really. Especially when people care.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

I almost don't want to spoil it for you, Jim.

[napoleonofcrime]

Go ahead.

Spoil me.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Molly.

[He... owes her. So this time there's no flurry of brutal mockery.

Though he is biting the inside of his cheek.]

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

[He leans in, and breathes, as close as they were on that rooftop;]

I survive the jump.

[napoleonofcrime]

[There's a pause. His eyes flicker over, scanning Sherlock's own for a moment, before he smiles, slow- the smile of someone who lost, who's trying to grasp for straws.]

-then you really are an angel.

[He swallows hard, leans in just a little closer, so his lips are centimeters away from Sherlock's ear, so he can whisper.]

But I know something you don't know~

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Of that, I have no doubt.

[He answers, with relish.]

Keeps life worth living, hm?

[napoleonofcrime]

I beat you. You talk your talk, but I beat you.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Which is why I'm in Nepal and you're in a morgue.

[napoleonofcrime]

Sacrifices must be made.

[A casual shrug, as he pulls back.]

Worth it, to see the look on your face.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Do try to keep in touch with reality, Jim. You're verging on garden-variety delusional behaviour.

It's boring.

[napoleonofcrime]

Why should I keep in touch with reality?

[He laughs, steps a bit further back.]

I've transcended it. No more idiots. No more boring people. You, sweetheart, you're still stuck in hell.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Well, we're in dear_mun. Let's do meta.

Tell me why I should follow you?

[napoleonofcrime]

No, I like you right where you are. Suffering them.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

What a convenient little about-face.

[notelegrams]

I'm afraid human sentimentality knows few rational deterrents.

Do try to remember psychological limitations when making your requests. It's only - efficient.

[lostwithoutmyblogger]

Don't scold, Mycroft, I'll be as ill-tempered as I please.

[notelegrams]

If you must sabotage your patience by assuming the average individual can master her emotions, far from me to stop you.