Sherlock frowned at the words, a spark of anger going off in his chest, a feeling he didn't know how to interpret, somehow he couldn't think about those who had been better than him, or those others who had been in Jim's arms at all.
His own feelings baffled him though and he decided to continue his journey towards the bathroom.
"I will be quick. I will be out of your hair in no time," he said dryly, unfeeling, his shoulders setting in a proud shape as he walked away.
Inside he was a mess though.
His own feelings baffled him though and he decided to continue his journey towards the bathroom.
"I will be quick. I will be out of your hair in no time," he said dryly, unfeeling, his shoulders setting in a proud shape as he walked away.
Inside he was a mess though.