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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT.the dealio.

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[theonewhocounted]

I lied. There is no one.

[punchmeitssubtext]

Oh.

[Which is when the penny finally drops. He stares at his phone for a minute or two, trying to process this. It's been years; she's been engaged, and continues to play the proverbial field. Surely she doesn't still have--feelings for him.]

[theonewhocounted]

Sorry.

I'm sure you'll find someone suited to you.

Maybe John knows someone.

[And suddenly she'd really like this conversation to end because she's made a fool of herself again. Twice.

[punchmeitssubtext]

[There's a little voice at the back of his mind, whispering increasingly loud to him. Logically he knows it's a terrible idea, possibly one of the worst he's had, and yet...]

Or we could discuss it later.

[theonewhocounted]

[She's not really sure what more about it they would discuss, but if he wants to talk it over some more she will oblige.]

Sure. Whatever you want.

Maybe I will think of someone by then.

[punchmeitssubtext]

When is your current shift over?

[theonewhocounted]

7:00

She wasn't expecting later would be so soon, but you just never knew with Sherlock.