[Sherlock sighed at the first accusation, and his hand was in his pocket. The plan was to retrieve his phone, set a timer, and then... go back to the careful whatever-it-was they'd been at before.
But as soon as he has hold of the phone, he's pulled in. At first, he expects a further scolding or... something. Not what happens. That stuns the consulting detective into silence and stillness.
A second later, he begins to pull back, but those hands are still on the lapels of his jacket, and his body won't obey the rational thought. It leans in, rather than what he thought was the best course of action, and his hand tightens around John's arm. The lean is about all he does in response, perhaps a slight movement of his lips, but in general...
It would seem that Sherlock has not only shut up but also has no idea what he's supposed to do in reply.]
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But as soon as he has hold of the phone, he's pulled in. At first, he expects a further scolding or... something. Not what happens. That stuns the consulting detective into silence and stillness.
A second later, he begins to pull back, but those hands are still on the lapels of his jacket, and his body won't obey the rational thought. It leans in, rather than what he thought was the best course of action, and his hand tightens around John's arm. The lean is about all he does in response, perhaps a slight movement of his lips, but in general...
It would seem that Sherlock has not only shut up but also has no idea what he's supposed to do in reply.]