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[confidente]

[ He didn't really sleep last night, he spent most of it staring at a wall until he finally caved and dragged himself out into the kitchen. (It was early morning at this point.) Making the pot of tea didn't really help with the whole sleeping thing, but it was at least a decent distraction.

God, he needs something better to do than stare at walls and make pots of tea.

So now he's sitting at the kitchen table (of the flat) with his journal, slowly draining that pot of tea he made. Oh, it's a wonderful life. ]

Anyone got any suggestions on what someone can do when they can't sleep to save themselves? And don't say knitting, I'm absolutely terrible at knitting.

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[workaphilic]

[WOW RUDE. You couldn't even save a little bit for him....

He's not gone longer than five more minutes. Visited his bees again this morning, nice way to pass the time when nothing else is. He tilts his head a little by way of greeting.]

Morning.

[confidente]

[ He looks up mid swing and smiles, putting his cup down carefully. ]

Morning.

[workaphilic]

[He sits across from him at the table, his eyes lingering a little on that teapot.]

None for me?

[Lightly teasing -- you should see someone about that tea addiction, man.]

[confidente]

[ John blinks, looking from the pot to Sherlock before shrugging sheepishly. ]

I'll make another pot soon.

[workaphilic]

[He shakes his head.]

Better if you don't. You'll be preoccupied.

[confidente]

Alright, I won't.

[ He might just do that though, once they're done doing whatever it is they are going to do. Can't ever have enough tea. ]

[workaphilic]

[First step is admitting you have a problem, bro.

Sherlock leans back in his chair and steeples his fingers under his chin. BUSINESS TIME.]

Are you comfortable there? Won't work if you're distracted.

[confidente]

[ He doesn't have a problem! ]

Yeah, I'm comfortable. Wouldn't have sat here for as long as I have if I wasn't.

[workaphilic]

All right. [He tilts his head.] Close your eyes.

[confidente]

[ He hesitates for a moment before closing his eyes. ]

[workaphilic]

You're going to want to open them several times in the next [pause] five or ten minutes. It's important that you don't.

[HE'S WATCHING YOU.]

[confidente]

Alright... [ He's trusting you bro, don't make him do something stupid. ]

[workaphilic]

[And then he's just SILENT for a solid 30/45 seconds, waiting to see if John really listens.

Testing, testing 1, 2, 3.]

[confidente]

[ HE LISTENED! Though it is only a few second after that he actually opens his eyes, blinking a few times. ]

Why am I doing this? [ IT'D BE NICE TO KNOW. ]

[workaphilic]

Because you asked me to.

[sternly:] Keep your eyes closed.

[confidente]

[ He really did listen, really...

He pulls a face and closes them again, trying to resist the urge to tap his fingers against the table. The lack of information or direction is a little... grating. But he's got his reasons, John repeats to himself. He is helping, just accept it never mind how round about the help might be. ]

[workaphilic]

[He's quiet for another few seconds, just to be sure.

When he does finally speak, his voice is very low.]

Picture yourself somewhere. Somewhere familiar, where you know the layout well. Really concentrate. Not good enough to just think in the abstract, you have to be there.

[confidente]

[ Inhale, exhale.

His brow furrows, concentration (or attempted) painted all over his face. He picks the lab, the same one he met Sherlock in, it always stuck in his mind for that reason. He tries to put himself there, it's hard and it shows. He's trying though, that much is obvious. ]

[workaphilic]

Relax. It takes time on the first go. Won't work if you allow yourself to get frustrated.

[confidente]

[ Alright, don't get frustrated. Breathe, breathing is good. A moment later his brow smooths out a little, he's by the door. That's a good start right? ]

[workaphilic]

Yes, good. [And he does really sound pleased.] It's all right if the scene is incomplete around the edges for now. It'll develop.

[confidente]

[ You know if he didn't know any better he'd think Sherlock could read his bloody mind and knows exactly what is happening in his head. ]

I... think I've got the door and island. [ Or at least half of the island. ]

[workaphilic]

[He's done this plenty of times himself. He knows what the first few tries feel like.]

Good enough for now. [He might have been hoping for a little more, but not everyone's Sherlock Holmes.] Try to move around. Don't leave the room, just see if you can maintain it.

[confidente]

[ At least he's managed to get something! It is probably more than he would've gotten from anyone else. ]

Alright. [ Inhale. The first step is slow, unsure, but he manages it. He takes a couple more a moment later and his brow relaxes, only to furrow again a moment later--the desire to open his eyes bothering him like an itch.

Don't open your eyes, John. Don't. ]

[workaphilic]

Take a moment to refocus if you have to. Don't get distracted.

[If you open your eyes and ruin all his careful teaching he will smack you, bro.]