[Sherlock flinches away, at first, like he doesn't want to be touched. The keening noises stop, even though his shoulders are still shaking and his breath is still coming in quiet, little gasps.]
[He wants to be touched and comforted, but doesn't want to want it. He wants to cling to her and shove her away at the same time.]
[Though she can't see it, his face contorts into a grimace as he fights with himself, as there's an absolutely vicious internal struggle. Then one part of him loses and another part wins, and he rolls over, sits up, and leans against her, butting his head into her shoulder. He can't make himself put his arms around her first, but he can force her to make the decision for him.]
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[He wants to be touched and comforted, but doesn't want to want it. He wants to cling to her and shove her away at the same time.]
[Though she can't see it, his face contorts into a grimace as he fights with himself, as there's an absolutely vicious internal struggle. Then one part of him loses and another part wins, and he rolls over, sits up, and leans against her, butting his head into her shoulder. He can't make himself put his arms around her first, but he can force her to make the decision for him.]