[ John hesitates for a beat, which annoys him because he's hardly a swooning damsel and he can do whatever the hell he feels like- grown man, he's got the right of way. Or something. He feels like he can feel entitled. When he gets over it, he reaches up to take a very firm hold of Sherlock's wrist, and he's quick about getting to it. Part of it is to do with putting a stop to that tear-wiping business. Fingers around his eyes and really just preventing the inevitable, isn't it.
But it's mostly to do with getting his fingers in the right position and pressing and counting what he can. Pulse, respiration, doesn't seem like he has a temperature. Completely physically fine. John's grip tightens, just a bit. ]
Been worse. [ Floor's clean. Not concussed. Definitely Sherlock. He breathes in through his nose, clears his throat, tries to smile back. It's... about passable. ] Bit shit for a reunion, wasn't it? Sorry.
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But it's mostly to do with getting his fingers in the right position and pressing and counting what he can. Pulse, respiration, doesn't seem like he has a temperature. Completely physically fine. John's grip tightens, just a bit. ]
Been worse. [ Floor's clean. Not concussed. Definitely Sherlock. He breathes in through his nose, clears his throat, tries to smile back. It's... about passable. ] Bit shit for a reunion, wasn't it? Sorry.