Good enough. [ John takes Sherlock's hand without any hesitation, using it to pull himself up with a grimace. Straightens out his clothes, runs a generally futile hand through his hair, gathers up the clipboard from where it was dropped and stares down at it. Which might be a better tactic if he were bothering to actually read what's on it. ]
I'll have to talk to the front desk about leaving. Reschedule my appointments. [ Certainly not going to be happy to hear that much from him. He debates sounding put-out about this fact, but in all honesty just sounds distracted. That's what the day is, mindless to distracting in five minutes flat, Sherlock Holmes walking in and John Watson dropping everything to follow him back out.
It's frustrating. It's annoying. He's still going to do it without shouting this one time because he needs answers. Because he can't say "this is where I'm staying now, go wait for me," because for all he knows he's hallucinating. Be a terrible day to go mad. ]
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I'll have to talk to the front desk about leaving. Reschedule my appointments. [ Certainly not going to be happy to hear that much from him. He debates sounding put-out about this fact, but in all honesty just sounds distracted. That's what the day is, mindless to distracting in five minutes flat, Sherlock Holmes walking in and John Watson dropping everything to follow him back out.
It's frustrating. It's annoying. He's still going to do it without shouting this one time because he needs answers. Because he can't say "this is where I'm staying now, go wait for me," because for all he knows he's hallucinating. Be a terrible day to go mad. ]