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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Mundane.

This is positively ridiculous.  I don't want to go anywhere! I am perfectly content at 221B.  

On the one hand, there's no one there.  Literally, there's nobody. I can sit and think for days on end and no one will pester me with eating or watching telly or 'help me with this completely obvious problem that I'm too dull to work out for myself.' 

On the other? It also means John, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, Molly and Mycroft aren't about.  And who else will keep me entertained.  They might be average, but I'm used to having them around. And what will become of them, if I'm not around?

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[consultingsociopath]

[Staring. Staring, possibly forever. Except not, because he has to point out the obvious.]

But if there's nobody there, you won't have anything to think about.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[This Sherlock is pouty and grumpy. And speaking very rapidly.]

Oh there's plenty to think about. Why is the place empty? Who lived there before? Why did they all leave? Why are they trying to repopulate it? Who is 'they'?

[consultingsociopath]

[And taking meeting another version of himself in stride, apparently. He must not be as new at this as this Sherlock is. Well, this version isn't going to be letting that on any time soon.]

Without a population, it might be difficult to answer those questions satisfactorily. Unless they've left a lot of material behind.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[This one isn't new to it at all. He's had a long meta conversation with himself just recently.]

It is unclear how much they have left behind. I will learn more when I actually enter the city. For now I have only seen pictures of it, and well pictures hardly tell the entire story.

[consultingsociopath]

[How... Curious.]

And if there's no evidence to examine, no clues to chase, nothing fresh, or different?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

It's not here and it's unlike anything I've seen before. That alone is fresh and different.

[consultingsociopath]

For five minutes, maybe.

[He so wants to ask if you are who you appear to be, because while the all the evidence points to that conclusion, it is completely impossible and wrong... And if he does ask, then he'll have asked, and that would never do.]

[wealldosillythings]

Wait, did you...did you just include me? [MOLLY HARDLY EVER GETS INCLUDED, SHE'S KIND OF HAPPY OKAY so there's a bit of a smile spreading across her face]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

I thought we already went over the "you count" bit.

[Which is about as close as he's going to get to saying, "Of course I did, why wouldn't I?"]

[wealldosillythings]

Well yes, but...t-to be honest, I was fairly sure that was going to be the only time you ever said it. I'm, um, quite happy that I was wrong, though.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He presses his lips together and tilts his head in consideration.]

You were right too.

[wealldosillythings]

..How d'you mean?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

We shared a bed and you haven't figured it out yet?

[And by 'shared a bed' he means she didn't kick him out. This is also his way of saying 'I still trust you.']

[riding_crop]

Dear me. No eating on your own? You really do need someone to take control, don't you.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Never when I'm working a case. Digestion slows down the mental processes.

[He answers before acknowledging her.]

Ms. Adler.

[riding_crop]

Mister Holmes.

I do agree with you in one respect. The human body is a machine.

It requires fuel.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

And when empty, I replenish it. But not when I'm working a case.

[Which isn't completely true. He eats when he's working a case, just not as much and things that are easier to digest. And he times it better.]

[riding_crop]

You should let me take you to task for such self-neglect.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

I would think you would have learned your lesson about sentiment, Ms. Adler.

[hisdearblogger]

Hardly think wanting you to remain in decent health counts as "pestering".

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

It is, when you want me to eat in the middle of a case. It's a medical fact that digestion can slow down brain activity.

[hisdearblogger]

Don't quote medical facts to me, Sherlock Holmes.

You should know by now that I will stand by how the energy food provides your body is better for you - both physically and mentally - than starving yourself.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He rolls his eyes. They might actually be fighting just now.]

Of course you will, which explains why, even with your military training, you still run slower than me.

[That wasn't a comment on John's height, honest.]

[hisdearblogger]

[ Have a very displeased look, Sherlock. You tall prat. ]

Pardon me for not being born with the appropriate genes to insure I grow into a giraffe.

[ There might have been a time in John's life when he had been referred to as "a hobbit". By his sister. So, any shot to his height might have been a tender area to aim for... ]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[John will get over it.]

It has nothing to do with height. Everything slows down when you're digesting.