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[It's fairly obvious that John wants things to be the way they were before he knew what Sherlock's 'o' face looked like, just as much as it's fairly obvious that things can't really be that way now.

This is why, this is the whole reason that John's steadfastly refused to entertain thoughts about Sherlock in a sexual manner. He's had a total of one successful long-term sexual relationship and that was to a woman who was also an assassin who shot his best friend and really it was only successful because John had clung onto it tooth and nail whenever circumstances threatened to derail it. Because apparently that's what he likes.

He can feel Sherlock's eyes on him and it's so different and uncomfortable to how he usually feels when being deduced (ie. annoyed but still kind of awe-struck and flattered by the attention), that he stops walking abruptly and rubs his hands over his face.]

Look. I...I'm not good at this. This talking about serious things...thing. I don't do it. You know that.

[He throws Sherlock a rather desperate look.]

That's why we work so well together, because you can just look at my shoes or a bit of toothpaste on my chin and figure it out and I don't have to say a thing. Can't you do that now?

This just can't be it. It can't be the thing that ruins us. You fucking made me watch you jump off a building, you made me think you were dead for years, and we still managed somehow to be us, hmm? To be Sherlock-and-John.

[He presses his lips tightly together, suddenly realizing that he's shouting in an alleyway in the middle of the night and that's not exactly the best way to travel through the streets of Little Hades unmolested. He mutters his next words instead, eyes falling from Sherlock's face to the ground at his feet.]

How the hell can this</> be the thing that ruins that?

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[ Sherlock is, quite obviously, taken aback. He listens to John talk, glancing quickly from side to side (because he certainly hasn't forgotten that they're in public and even though it's a reasonably thin crowd thanks to the current time, he's still all too aware that they're being stared at).

He tries rather desperately to steer John away from the semi-populated streets and into an alleyway, but then he starts yelling and obviously the sound carries further, echoing loudly against the walls as it's reverberated down through their shortcut.

If only there was some sort of cheat sheet that allowed him to see the appropriate response to all of this, because he's almost at a loss for words - or more accurately, the words he can find aren't the words that need to be said. They're all jumbled and they sound wrong, especially in the face of John's waiting, pleading expression.

He's being asked to lay John bare and deduce the things he wants, but it's not that simple. He is emotionally compromised - he's too close to be objective, he sees what he wants to see and interprets things with a biased view, because that's what people do. There's a fundamental difference between deducing emotion based off of micro expressions and body language, but his knowledge on John stretches far too deeply and to analyse every bit of information he has would take weeks, months, years.

But how can he explain that without totally giving himself away? ]

I can only do so much. I can only see so much before other factors take precedence and skew the results. I cannot remain impartial, you have- infected me with a conscience, and as a result I find it- I find it difficult to make an unbiased observation, which is neither helpful nor accurate in this case.

_{[ He can see so much, he always sees so much, but he takes everything with a grain of salt because the alternative is getting too hopeful or too depressed, given the stimulus he's reacting to. ]}

You can't expect me to know your feelings when I find it laborious enough trying to navigate my own.

<sub>[ It's Sherlock's turn to look desperate as he watches John closely - there are so many paths to take and each of them veer off in new directions, he doesn't know which one to try and commit to, he doesn't have enough data, he doesn't- he can't be the only one making these decisions.

John has placed so much on his shoulders: deduce it, fix it, it's what you do, and hopelessness hits him because this isn't what he does. The murky waters of emotional depth are traitorous and cruel, which is why he sticks to hard facts and logical reasoning.

None of this is logical. None of this is factual. It's all wishy-washy and it's too many steps removed from what he's used to.

But if John wants him to take charge, and if he wants him to act as if everything's fine, then he'll do that. If John wants him to approach this problem with cold, calculated efficiency, then he will.

Neither of them will like it, but he'll do it. ]</sub>

Just- forget about it. Forget about all of it. It never happened. Do whatever you need to do to get rid of whatever hang ups you have about what transpired, and- just... delete it.

_{[ Oh god, this goes against everything he wants, but John is so distressed and it's his fault, so if he has to be the villain, then so be it. ]}