[Can we not. That's the thought Sherlock forces himself not to speak as Bradbury tries to extricate himself from their awkward tangle of limbs.
While the door is being attended to, Sherlock finally gets through the ropes on his wrists. The return of the blood flow sends pins beneath his skin and he seethes a bit.]
Nor any for "quietly."
[Things just got more complicated. His powers don't seem to be working here, so he doubts Rick's would either. As for moving his own legs, his ankles are tied too, he finds, behind Bradbury's back.]
Bring your feet back. It'll be easier for me to do it.
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While the door is being attended to, Sherlock finally gets through the ropes on his wrists. The return of the blood flow sends pins beneath his skin and he seethes a bit.]
Nor any for "quietly."
[Things just got more complicated. His powers don't seem to be working here, so he doubts Rick's would either. As for moving his own legs, his ankles are tied too, he finds, behind Bradbury's back.]
Bring your feet back. It'll be easier for me to do it.