[They walk with the same system as they'd done coming out of the abandoned factory. It works. They can read each other's movements well enough to correct any potential mishaps and almost falls.
Once on the toilet, Sherlock starts to work at his buttons. His fingers are barely functional due to the dehydration and how chafed they are from working at the rope for so long, but neither of them would allow Joan to undress him until it gets to the point where he has no abilities to do it on his own.
When he notices her plug the drain, he groans noisily.]
Rinse me off first, at least. I don't fancy soaking in my own filth.
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Once on the toilet, Sherlock starts to work at his buttons. His fingers are barely functional due to the dehydration and how chafed they are from working at the rope for so long, but neither of them would allow Joan to undress him until it gets to the point where he has no abilities to do it on his own.
When he notices her plug the drain, he groans noisily.]
Rinse me off first, at least. I don't fancy soaking in my own filth.