[ The point was well-made, and he'd been about tol say something, find a way to squirm through, fancy, tricky words as always, but he didn't have them. Instead, he could only offer for Sherlock a slow nod, as if he were going to say more, but Sherlock won him over.
Or rather, he had something else to say, but it was in a different language. He started, eyes pitching wide when Sherlock pressed forward, and his lips weren't exactly pliable for kissing.
If anything, he clamped down, as if that were going to make it alright. As if this would be enough to get them out of here. ]
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Or rather, he had something else to say, but it was in a different language. He started, eyes pitching wide when Sherlock pressed forward, and his lips weren't exactly pliable for kissing.
If anything, he clamped down, as if that were going to make it alright. As if this would be enough to get them out of here. ]