"You should see him with a knife," Joan remarks, glancing at Sherlock with a faint smile, remembering a particular instance when he threw a tennis ball and hit her square between her shoulder blades.
When Ted lies down Joan reaches for his hand, threading her fingers through his. Sherlock lies down too, once again staring up at the blue sky, enjoying the sun and the air as much as Ted and Watson.
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Date: 2021-09-25 05:13 am (UTC)When Ted lies down Joan reaches for his hand, threading her fingers through his. Sherlock lies down too, once again staring up at the blue sky, enjoying the sun and the air as much as Ted and Watson.