She laughs softly at his assessment of Beard and Sherlock. "Pretty much," she agrees. She smiles at him as he strokes her side, her heart so warmed by his simple, gentle affection. She reaches over to gently brush his hair back from his forehead.
"I'm glad they get along," she says softly. "I know Sherlock could use some friends here."
Most of the people in London know the old, acerbic Sherlock, and it's been hard for him to have the same sort of friendships that were so hard-won in New York.
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Date: 2021-11-04 02:13 am (UTC)"I'm glad they get along," she says softly. "I know Sherlock could use some friends here."
Most of the people in London know the old, acerbic Sherlock, and it's been hard for him to have the same sort of friendships that were so hard-won in New York.