[ then I'd never have any fun. the smile plucks up, gratefully hidden, equals parts exasperation and (god help him) resigned fondness. only once he's scrubbed it away does his hand leave his face to wave vaguely in the air, dismissive...
and then his mouth opens. ]
Plenty.
[ — ah?
what? John's frown is immediate, and it's confused. the answer is apparently as much as surprise to him as it might be to Sherlock, and not just because it slipped out at all. there are things he hasn't said, yeah, a lot of things he hasn't said and probably would rather never have to and probably never would unless Sherlock asked, asked again and then maybe hacked into a government database and confronted him with the facts or... well, whipped out a truth serum (brilliant), but is that the same as hiding?
yeah. yeah, probably, now that he thinks about it. which is about the point that his bafflement starts to fade into a vague look of trepidation. ]
no subject
and then his mouth opens. ]
Plenty.
[ — ah?
what? John's frown is immediate, and it's confused. the answer is apparently as much as surprise to him as it might be to Sherlock, and not just because it slipped out at all. there are things he hasn't said, yeah, a lot of things he hasn't said and probably would rather never have to and probably never would unless Sherlock asked, asked again and then maybe hacked into a government database and confronted him with the facts or... well, whipped out a truth serum (brilliant), but is that the same as hiding?
yeah. yeah, probably, now that he thinks about it. which is about the point that his bafflement starts to fade into a vague look of trepidation. ]