To be fair, alcohol wasn't really going to fix anything, either.
"Go ahead and sit down, I'll be right back," Joan says, rubbing his arm gently before heading for the kitchen.
Sherlock follows her, standing next to her, hands in his pockets, as she fills a glass with water.
"Yes?" Joan says.
"Are you certain he can take this?" Sherlock asks quietly, looking toward the door to the living room.
"I'm certain we don't have a choice," Joan answers, putting the pitcher back in the fridge. "And neither does he. He didn't choose what happened to him. And now that Moriarty has dropped this in his lap..."
She sighs and shakes her head. She's furious at Moriarty for doing this to him, to them, but they can't unknow what they know. And they can't just let it go.
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Date: 2021-07-23 05:49 am (UTC)"Go ahead and sit down, I'll be right back," Joan says, rubbing his arm gently before heading for the kitchen.
Sherlock follows her, standing next to her, hands in his pockets, as she fills a glass with water.
"Yes?" Joan says.
"Are you certain he can take this?" Sherlock asks quietly, looking toward the door to the living room.
"I'm certain we don't have a choice," Joan answers, putting the pitcher back in the fridge. "And neither does he. He didn't choose what happened to him. And now that Moriarty has dropped this in his lap..."
She sighs and shakes her head. She's furious at Moriarty for doing this to him, to them, but they can't unknow what they know. And they can't just let it go.