Sherlock clenches and unclenches his hands. Thinks about the alcohol in the mini-fridge. Thinks about the street corner and the tiny spoon. Thinks about anything but the man he respected and left alone to die.
"How?" he asks. "I assume the 'when' is last week."
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Date: 2013-06-16 07:10 pm (UTC)"How?" he asks. "I assume the 'when' is last week."