[Sherlock reclines on the floor, assuming his typical thinking position. It was hardly as comfortable as the furniture back home, but it would have to do. He isn't typically tied to a hulking American either, but let it be said that little affects his focus.
He's silent for a while, mind bubbling with the possibilities as the only sound in the room is Bradbury cutting the ropes. The ropes. Sherlock frowns behind his steepled fingers.]
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He's silent for a while, mind bubbling with the possibilities as the only sound in the room is Bradbury cutting the ropes. The ropes. Sherlock frowns behind his steepled fingers.]
The way we were tied may play into it.