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Continued from here.
[ Thirty-six minutes later, and the distinct sound of someone jimmying the key into the lock, followed by the tell-tell footfalls of Sherlock Holmes shuffling through the hallway make themselves known, echoing throughout the quiet flat. He shrugs his coat off and slides it onto the bannister, then he pulls his gloves off and deftly stashes them inside an inside pocket of said coat before he warily begins his ascent on the stairs, automatically kicking his shoes off once he reaches the landing.
He's not sure what to expect, but he braces for the worst, for the inevitable disappointment. There's a quiet searching to Sherlock's gaze as he sweeps over the lounge, carefully calculated even when he's higher than he's been in years.
The ability to function under duress has always stayed with him. When he's high, it's honestly difficult to tell - except John quite obviously knows something's up, so his ability to feign ignorance is hardly going to help him now. Hovering in the doorway is hardly his normal behaviour so he forces himself over the threshold and heads straight for the kitchen, largely ignoring his friend in favour of busying himself needlessly with various different Petri dishes lining the kitchen table. ]
Continued from here.
[ Thirty-six minutes later, and the distinct sound of someone jimmying the key into the lock, followed by the tell-tell footfalls of Sherlock Holmes shuffling through the hallway make themselves known, echoing throughout the quiet flat. He shrugs his coat off and slides it onto the bannister, then he pulls his gloves off and deftly stashes them inside an inside pocket of said coat before he warily begins his ascent on the stairs, automatically kicking his shoes off once he reaches the landing.
He's not sure what to expect, but he braces for the worst, for the inevitable disappointment. There's a quiet searching to Sherlock's gaze as he sweeps over the lounge, carefully calculated even when he's higher than he's been in years.
The ability to function under duress has always stayed with him. When he's high, it's honestly difficult to tell - except John quite obviously knows something's up, so his ability to feign ignorance is hardly going to help him now. Hovering in the doorway is hardly his normal behaviour so he forces himself over the threshold and heads straight for the kitchen, largely ignoring his friend in favour of busying himself needlessly with various different Petri dishes lining the kitchen table. ]
