It's strange. One moment he's yelling at John, the next he's in the memory as well. Standing there as if he'd been there all along. He can't even speak as he watches it all happen, moving around to observe Harry and then his eyes lock onto John. John who is scared, frightened and tries so hard to control Vatican Cameo on his own, but there aren't many who can. No matter how valiantly they try.
It's all down hill from there, a beautiful mess of a memory that is so sharp in detail and sound, he's sure he could taste it too if there was anything to taste then.
But then they're back, back again in real time and Sherlock sucks in a breath not realizing he'd stopped breathing during it all. The Drift suddenly ending was more a slap in the face then being in John's memory had been by far. He blinks and looks down, quickly getting himself out of his harness to come try and get John out of his.
"Does it?" Sherlock isn't sure what would be acceptable conversation right now, not that he's ever cared about what is and isn't acceptable. He'll get John out of the harness and help him sit, no doubt he needs to right now, and joins him, pulling off his helmet.
"... not what I expected." He'll state, meaning the whole drifting thing in general. He's fairly certain they've not passed, by the way the Drift had suddenly cut off, before they could properly finish it.
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Date: 2013-08-10 04:10 pm (UTC)It's all down hill from there, a beautiful mess of a memory that is so sharp in detail and sound, he's sure he could taste it too if there was anything to taste then.
But then they're back, back again in real time and Sherlock sucks in a breath not realizing he'd stopped breathing during it all. The Drift suddenly ending was more a slap in the face then being in John's memory had been by far. He blinks and looks down, quickly getting himself out of his harness to come try and get John out of his.
"Does it?" Sherlock isn't sure what would be acceptable conversation right now, not that he's ever cared about what is and isn't acceptable. He'll get John out of the harness and help him sit, no doubt he needs to right now, and joins him, pulling off his helmet.
"... not what I expected." He'll state, meaning the whole drifting thing in general. He's fairly certain they've not passed, by the way the Drift had suddenly cut off, before they could properly finish it.