[It's with no small bit of urgency that Sherlock scoots away from Bradbury and leans up against the adjacent wall. Both of their sizes are making inhabiting the room a problem now that he isn't on Rick's lap. Too bad, that.
Sherlock tucks his legs up and wraps his arms around his knees, another favored thinking position.]
Well, Bradbury, if someone asked you to kiss me without forcing us into it, I doubt you'd do it, would you?
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Sherlock tucks his legs up and wraps his arms around his knees, another favored thinking position.]
Well, Bradbury, if someone asked you to kiss me without forcing us into it, I doubt you'd do it, would you?