He hadn't considered that Watson wouldn't believe him. When does Watson ever not believe him, once he's demonstrated the trick? He blinks at his questions, a wrinkle in his composure, and he steps back, needing to regroup.
There will come a time he'll tell Watson about how close he came to actually dying, about his time with some monks who managed not just to change his life, but to give him the equipment to take it back for himself. Now is not that time, even if the most accurate answer to Watson's question is that now he's gone sufficiently long enough without yearning to shoot something up his arm.
"Funnily enough, because now he believes me dead. I couldn't set my trap until he abandoned the trail." There isn't anything funny about it, and his tone isn't very light.
When he goes to the sideboard again and pours out another glass of brandy -- for himself this time -- he doesn't even realize it isn't his brandy to pour until the glass is at his lips. He takes a long drink.
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There will come a time he'll tell Watson about how close he came to actually dying, about his time with some monks who managed not just to change his life, but to give him the equipment to take it back for himself. Now is not that time, even if the most accurate answer to Watson's question is that now he's gone sufficiently long enough without yearning to shoot something up his arm.
"Funnily enough, because now he believes me dead. I couldn't set my trap until he abandoned the trail." There isn't anything funny about it, and his tone isn't very light.
When he goes to the sideboard again and pours out another glass of brandy -- for himself this time -- he doesn't even realize it isn't his brandy to pour until the glass is at his lips. He takes a long drink.