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[confidente]

[ John taps the page a few times... and frowns at it, it's hard to find the words you want after hearing about everything that happened around a week ago. And then this lasted thing? Ponies? Yeah, he's got nothing on that. ]

I guess asking how everyone is doing right now would be a little redundant, I think I can hazard a good enough guess.

[ Expect in the case of one person. He taps the journal again for a short moment. ]

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[ After spending a fair amount of time with the journal and so forth he closes it and looks over his shoulder into the kitchen. Nope, no Sherlock there. Still, he has to figure out how to broach the thing that's been nagging him for the last week. He left it alone out of respect and knowing the man as well as he does, however it is about time something was said right?

They've got enough pink elephants in the room as it is. ]

Sherlock?

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[His sleep schedule has been rocky since it happened. Three days of solid sleep screws badly with sleep patterns as delicate as his, and the noise. His endless war against the noise in his head, increased two fold. It's been manifesting as experiments in every kitchen appliance available (and one in the fireplace), and the occasional desperate kip on the sofa. Too many things to think about. (Too many things he didn't need to be reminded of.)

He's actually tried to be quieter when he's up at night, in an effort to avoid this very conversation.

He shouts back from the hall, distracted.]

What?