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Dr. John Watson ([personal profile] damnmyleg) wrote in [community profile] crypt 2011-12-30 08:19 am (UTC)

[John made a noise that really couldn't be categorized. He wasn't really...registering any kind of feeling at the moment except relief, like a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders and that it would all be okay. Less adventurous - and he had to admit he would miss it - but less chance of him dying.

As much as he had missed the thrill of danger, John never failed to recognized it for what it really was. Danger. The more he put himself in the more his lifespan shortened. John Watson rather liked living. And through some artful twisting of his thoughts, John convinced himself this was a change for the better, for his own safety and Sherlock's. He'd been doing just fine before John turned up and he could keep doing just that. John would still like to see him, but do things normal friends did. Have a kip down to the pub, watch crap movies and eat crap food.

Normal. He just wanted normal.]


That's a word for it, yeah. [Despite him having just said it; coming from Sherlock it seemed wrong. It hadn't really be fun, it had been trying. A challenge. A challenge that he loved every second of.

John grabbed his jacket and went for the door.]


I can grab some takeaway if you want.

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