He wasn't sure if he was all right or not, to be perfectly honest. He couldn't have really answered that question, and he was still feeling more than a little jumbled.
"Oh, I'm fine." Watson looked rather curiously at the revolver in his hand, as though seeing it for the first time. He was certainly thankful he'd brought it, even if he'd used it for a rather more non-lethal use. He still felt strange about it, and had to wonder why he didn't feel more of an urge to kill the man than he did. Some sort of sympathy, perhaps, for having one's lover forcibly removed from one's life. "I'm not entirely sure he realised I was here, to be quite honest. He was rather intent on Holmes."
He had to force himself to look at Holmes, was hoping his blush was invisible in the dim room. He almost wished Holmes hadn't kissed him. It would have made things so much more simple.
Perhaps the kiss had simplified things in its own way, to be honest, but he wasn't sure he wanted that simplicity, not yet.
"You're all right, aren't you? He didn't hurt you?"
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"Oh, I'm fine." Watson looked rather curiously at the revolver in his hand, as though seeing it for the first time. He was certainly thankful he'd brought it, even if he'd used it for a rather more non-lethal use. He still felt strange about it, and had to wonder why he didn't feel more of an urge to kill the man than he did. Some sort of sympathy, perhaps, for having one's lover forcibly removed from one's life. "I'm not entirely sure he realised I was here, to be quite honest. He was rather intent on Holmes."
He had to force himself to look at Holmes, was hoping his blush was invisible in the dim room. He almost wished Holmes hadn't kissed him. It would have made things so much more simple.
Perhaps the kiss had simplified things in its own way, to be honest, but he wasn't sure he wanted that simplicity, not yet.
"You're all right, aren't you? He didn't hurt you?"