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[highfunctioning_sociopath]

1) Do stop tormenting the other mes. I know you're bored and you handle boredom as well as I do, but that's no excuse. You have other matters you need to attend to and that would be a far more productive use of your time. I don't like running into myself. It always gives me a ghastly headache.

2) You need to work harder on recruitment for captio. You know very well that I need an assistant.  I prefer John, he's the best assistant I've ever had - don't tell him that.  He'll let it go to his head and start to think he's intelligent.  If others showed up, I wouldn't be too upset, though I'm not sure about Mycroft.  It might be best to keep us separated for awhile... Of course I haven't forgiven him.  Why should I?

3) I know you're getting all sorts of ideas about Mrs. Hudson and myself due to this article {spoilerish for Reichenbach Fall}. This is an ineffectual use of your time and a waste of my energy.  And while we're at it, it is quite clear that the person who suggested that maybe we marry, doesn't understand the first thing about asexuality and hardly seems to understand how I work.  I only keep things that interest me.  John, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade - even Molly and Mycroft have their places and jobs to make my life interesting.  Books, the Internet, my research tools:  They interest me.  Cases that I have solved before the person finishes speaking are boring and I move on quickly. Sex, breathing, and good manners are all overrated and therefore boring.  It's really quite simple, why more people don't understand these things... well, it's because they are boring and perfectly content in their dull little heads.

Comments

[hisdearblogger]

[ A tired sigh because John knows it's not beneath Sherlock at all. ]

If you're so sure you can.

[ You know, find someone else who would put up with this kind of behavior. ]

I was about to sleep... and then that video OMG XD also cheers for random Ten

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[It is quite possibly the only thing he's not sure of.]

Doesn't matter, does it? Soon I'll be there, you'll be here and we'll both be alone.

[Speaking of hot and cold...]

LOL I have so many of them bookmarked and yes Ten ;; that was brillant

[hisdearblogger]

Honestly, Sherlock, you're not even considering any other possibility?

[ So much assuming! ]

Okay, really bed after this one, really! XP

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

There's nothing else to consider. We'll go off; have different experiences, then we'll change because the experiences are different, then we'll grow apart and never spend time together other than to talk boring things about the weather.

[Abandonment issues, much?]

Suuuurrree ;3

[hisdearblogger]

Sherlock. You're completely overlooking the most obvious solution...

[ Because, the doctor knows deep down, it's hard for him to even imagine a life without Sherlock Holmes in it now... ]

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Of course, he's missing it, he's too busy being miserable and pouty. He just raises an eyebrow in question.]

[hisdearblogger]

[ John rolls his eyes. ]

My mun points out how we can have an existence - both of us - outside of the game.

A "verse" is the phrase they keep using.

Great.. NOW insomnia steps in

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock rolls his eyes.]

Yes, I know that bit. But that's not what I want.

[He doesn't know what he wants. Well, he does. He wants both.]

I experience that a lot myself :3

[hisdearblogger]

[ And, because he feels maybe the other will admit to it if John does first: ]

You can have both.

It you want.

I think I forgot to do something improtant at work is causing mine :/

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Okay, Sherlock's expression shifts slightly.]

I'm listening...

[John, please say you've changed your mind. I'm lost without my blogger.]

I've had mine since I was much younger so /is kinda used to it in a way

[hisdearblogger]

You can go to this other place, this city you were talking about.

And you can stay here, with me.

Mine just turns up when I'm stressed... (good or bad stress)

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He flings himself into a nearby couch. Still pouting.]

That's not what I want.

[No, he wants both the other way, of course.]

/nods it happens more than people realize, I think :<

[hisdearblogger]

[ He sounds sad. ]

I can't go with you, Sherlock.

Why can't you stay, too?

*nods* agreed

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Because my mun is less committed than I am.

[Which isn't exactly true, but sort of.]

[hisdearblogger]

... I don't understand.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

What if I meet another John there, humm? What if I like him better than you? Isn't it better to cut losses now rather than try to keep things going until they ultimately fizzle and die.

[Well, that's blunt Sherlock for you. And he doesn't mean it to be cruel, he really does think he's helping. And there's that abandonment issue again.]

[hisdearblogger]

[ It does hurt to hear that, in truth. But John won't admit to that out loud. ]

I've met other Sherlocks, you know.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Of course you have. And I've already met other yous... Your point?

[This here? Relationship stuff, he doesn't get it.]

[hisdearblogger]

That despite that I'm still here with you.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He looks around them. Oh.]

So you are...

[He looks over at John from his place on the couch.]

Thank you.

[Which is as close as he's going to get to admitting anything.]

[hisdearblogger]

Do you think you could try that for me?

Even if you do meet another John Watson in this other place?

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock goes quiet for a long minute.]

If you believe I can...

[Which probably answers so many unasked questions at the same time.]

[hisdearblogger]

[ There's a soft smile, tone sincere. ]

I believe you are capable of many things, Sherlock Holmes.

(And that is one of them.)

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[Sherlock stands suddenly, walks by way of the coffee-table over to the violin and picks it up to start to play. After a few minutes, he turns to face John, lowering the instrument enough to talk.]

Sometimes, that's all that's needed.

[And it's back to playing. Which is as close as he's going to get to expressing any emotion about this whole thing.]

[hisdearblogger]

[ At first, John was confused as to why Sherlock just started playing, almost unsure if he should be waiting around for something or not.

But after hearing those words... a whole new kind of understand dawns on him and he can't really find anything to say in response.

Just to nod his head and sit down in a nearby chair to listen to the other man play. ]