[ John stays silent until he finishes, hands wrapped around his cup, taking slow sips every so often. For all intents and purposes everything is normal, nothing all out of place or odd.
(but are they really?) ]
Sherlock.
[ Another sip and he looks over at him, face still. As still as he can make it anyway. He knows he probably has more than enough tells etched all over it. ]
no subject
(but are they really?) ]
Sherlock.
[ Another sip and he looks over at him, face still. As still as he can make it anyway. He knows he probably has more than enough tells etched all over it. ]
That was a new piece.