[It's been three years, and yet having him sitting there like that hits her harder than she would have expected. She has analyzed that night, that dream, looking for some evidence that her subconscious mind had picked up on clues of Sherlock's plan. So seeing him like this sends a shiver of fresh fear.
She reaches out, puts a hand on his. Assurance that he's actually there. Hope that he won't leave her again. ]
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She reaches out, puts a hand on his. Assurance that he's actually there. Hope that he won't leave her again. ]