Sherlock draws further into the creek after him, focusing mostly on Will so much that he doesn't notice much they're going deeper. It's all very gentle and Sherlock, used to fighting his way through everything, including conversations, becomes far more at ease and relaxed.
"It's ridiculous," he said quietly.
What he really meant was, it wasn't fair. Childish maybe, but that's what he felt.
He knew why he was dependent on water, the porter seemed to react to lives and personalities, it made sense, but it wasn't fair. He knew what it was like to be physically dependent on things, and it was like being trapped, a ball and chain weighing him down. He'd always have to deal with it now, as long as he was here, reminding him how trapped he was here, in this world, and how not normal he was. He rubbed his neck, where the faint lines that looked like scars were. They were hardly noticeable unless one knew what they were looking for and got close.
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"It's ridiculous," he said quietly.
What he really meant was, it wasn't fair. Childish maybe, but that's what he felt.
He knew why he was dependent on water, the porter seemed to react to lives and personalities, it made sense, but it wasn't fair. He knew what it was like to be physically dependent on things, and it was like being trapped, a ball and chain weighing him down. He'd always have to deal with it now, as long as he was here, reminding him how trapped he was here, in this world, and how not normal he was. He rubbed his neck, where the faint lines that looked like scars were. They were hardly noticeable unless one knew what they were looking for and got close.