[ aware of exactly what John is looking for and exactly how guilty he is, Sherlock allows the examination with an expert poker-face; when John leaves he immediately yanks his shirt shut, ignoring the ache of protest from his bruised chest. ] For God's sake, I'm fine.
... No, stop that, you beast. [ he launches the loo roll at the offending kitten in a huff, utterly unmoved by its fluffy tail and giant eyes, and snatches back his scarf. ]
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... No, stop that, you beast. [ he launches the loo roll at the offending kitten in a huff, utterly unmoved by its fluffy tail and giant eyes, and snatches back his scarf. ]