Still trying to breathe, ten different opponents in a row certainly leave him with enough exercise to be panting -- take pity on him! -- John puts his hands on his hips and just smirks when Sherlock moves over into his space. "You just picked wrong, I guess." Oh, he can actually see the annoyance building up in the other man's incredibly pale, increasingly creepy eyes. The more he looks at Sherlock, the more he's transfixed by him.
And then it clicks.
"You know me. Better than I know myself. You picked these people because they're almost perfect for me. But not quite perfect. Are they?" Now who is showing insight, Sherlock? This man, nearly a decade older than Sherlock is, just so happens to be seeing Sherlock in a way no one else has.
Ever.
Except maybe Mycroft.
"So no. I'm not giving them a chance, all right? What about you? Someone in the mess this morning said you were off the charts at the Academy. So why are you a scientist and not a Ranger?" Yes. Yes, John's been checking up on you too. 'Researching.'
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Date: 2013-08-05 01:22 am (UTC)And then it clicks.
"You know me. Better than I know myself. You picked these people because they're almost perfect for me. But not quite perfect. Are they?" Now who is showing insight, Sherlock? This man, nearly a decade older than Sherlock is, just so happens to be seeing Sherlock in a way no one else has.
Ever.
Except maybe Mycroft.
"So no. I'm not giving them a chance, all right? What about you? Someone in the mess this morning said you were off the charts at the Academy. So why are you a scientist and not a Ranger?" Yes. Yes, John's been checking up on you too. 'Researching.'