Oh, you have no idea how much this comment has meant to me! It's so wonderful to know that the story works well on re-reading and that certain lines jump out more...
That one hit me hard when I first read and continues to do so.
Ugh, me too, it's in some ways the cruelest thing Sherlock does here, I think, which is strange because he didn't mean it to hurt at all, he just meant he didn't need a doctor. But of course it has extra-painful meaning to John...
Okay, re-reasding I realise that Sherlock refers to his own plan to lure John there.
Yes! (A lot if my responses are just going to be happy YESes, lol!). Really he's quite smug here--he had to make sure Mrs. Hudson didn't get panicked and call John in until he actually looked quite ill, but he didn't want to have to go five or six days without food, so he's very pleased his timing worked out.
This makes sense now, considering that Sherlock assumes he broke their relationship beyond repair and is now taunting himself with having John in his room, being concerned about him.
Whee, yes! In some ways that was one of my favorite lines, because it's more an aside to himself than part of his act (even with its layer of sincerity) to John later. "He doesn't trust me anymore, and I suppose why should he...I mean, I'm lying to him right now. Maybe I really do deserve to not have him ever move back."
Oh that was so heartbreaking. And I can so see him doing that because he doesn't know how else he could bear being apart from John.
It's definitely my head canon now. I could absolutely imagine him in some bare hotel room somewhere, chattering along because John will be back any moment now, any moment, he's just gone out to get some food...and the room slowly goes dark and he keeps talking because John must be out on some silly date now, but he'll be back soon, the room isn't going to stay empty forever...and then it does. :(
Mmhh sensual. Maybe there should be shirt!fic to accompany my coat!fic? I wonder, maybe the muses will be kind.
Oh, the inner life of That Purple Shirt! It has a hard task, after all--its poor buttons are always exhausted after a day trying to stay together across that chest! It must envy John's comfy Christmas Jumper so much, it gets to just be snuggly and relaxed, even if DOES have the worst pattern ever...
And you noticed the shift back to "we" at the end! :) Of such tiny pronouns are Johnlock reconciliations made...
You've made me a very delighted writer, thank you!
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Date: 2013-08-05 12:12 am (UTC)That one hit me hard when I first read and continues to do so.
Ugh, me too, it's in some ways the cruelest thing Sherlock does here, I think, which is strange because he didn't mean it to hurt at all, he just meant he didn't need a doctor. But of course it has extra-painful meaning to John...
Okay, re-reasding I realise that Sherlock refers to his own plan to lure John there.
Yes! (A lot if my responses are just going to be happy YESes, lol!). Really he's quite smug here--he had to make sure Mrs. Hudson didn't get panicked and call John in until he actually looked quite ill, but he didn't want to have to go five or six days without food, so he's very pleased his timing worked out.
This makes sense now, considering that Sherlock assumes he broke their relationship beyond repair and is now taunting himself with having John in his room, being concerned about him.
Whee, yes! In some ways that was one of my favorite lines, because it's more an aside to himself than part of his act (even with its layer of sincerity) to John later. "He doesn't trust me anymore, and I suppose why should he...I mean, I'm lying to him right now. Maybe I really do deserve to not have him ever move back."
Oh that was so heartbreaking. And I can so see him doing that because he doesn't know how else he could bear being apart from John.
It's definitely my head canon now. I could absolutely imagine him in some bare hotel room somewhere, chattering along because John will be back any moment now, any moment, he's just gone out to get some food...and the room slowly goes dark and he keeps talking because John must be out on some silly date now, but he'll be back soon, the room isn't going to stay empty forever...and then it does. :(
Mmhh sensual. Maybe there should be shirt!fic to accompany my coat!fic? I wonder, maybe the muses will be kind.
Oh, the inner life of That Purple Shirt! It has a hard task, after all--its poor buttons are always exhausted after a day trying to stay together across that chest! It must envy John's comfy Christmas Jumper so much, it gets to just be snuggly and relaxed, even if DOES have the worst pattern ever...
And you noticed the shift back to "we" at the end! :) Of such tiny pronouns are Johnlock reconciliations made...
You've made me a very delighted writer, thank you!