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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[exequies]

I thought it'd be a fun way to meet new people! But I do have my own goals, you know? The tablets are staying with me, for now.

[devoutish]

Then we're going to have a problem, you and I.

[exequies]

Is that so? I had hoped that we'd come to a mutual agreement.

[devoutish]

My friends and I will be keeping our eyes out for you.

[exequies]

That's fine. If you ever feel like changing your mind though, you have my contact.

[devoutish]

We'd need to arrange a meet-up if we did. Why don't you tell me where you are and we'll discuss this in person.

[exequies]

Do you think I'm a fool? I wonder...

[jumpthegun]

[Well, when you look like that, you kind of have to get used to it.]

Fair enough.

Anyway, I wanted to let you know I've got my hands back, as well. If that wasn't obvious from the typing. Not sure if it was just a coincidence or something he actually did, but that happened while Sherlock was examining them yesterday. Bit strange, but it's a relief.

[devoutish]

How else would we do an exchange? I can see you didn't think this through.

[devoutish]

That's no surprise. These things wear off.

[exequies]

Mr. Solomons, I can see you take me for a novice.

You already mentioned your friends, so I can assume you wouldn't be coming alone. Do you really think your mannerisms are going to slip by me?

[jumpthegun]

[That is true, but the last psychosomatic symptoms he had wore off around Sherlock, too. That seems more like a pattern to John than anything else.]

Was it sudden for you, as well? One moment you couldn't see a thing and the next blink it was fine?

[devoutish]

I never come alone.

If you do decide to be more cooperative, you have my contact.

[devoutish]

I went to sleep blind and woke up the next morning with my sight. The same with my speech the time before.

[jumpthegun]

I wonder how it's been for other people. I never really thought to ask.

[Because that's rude and invasive. Sherlock being here puts him back more into the investigative mindset, though. It does register belatedly that he should probably not run about asking people things like that, though.]

Well, I'll probably leave it that way, anyway. Doubt it's important. Hope you start feeling better soon, Alfie.

[devoutish]

The same to you, mate.

[Because he knows Watson must also be feeling like shit, even if it's not a physical problem for him.]

[jumpthegun]

[Yes, but that's par for the course. He has Sherlock again, for all the good and ill that entails. The other man is, if nothing else, a very solid distraction from much of John's personal turmoil. Being in the pharmacy, particularly, isn't a great time, though.

John shuts off his tablet and lays down to get some rest while he can.]

[exequies]

Of course. Until then.

@jwatson; text; Day 175 (cw: discussion of suicide)

[jumpthegun]

Please tell me I'm not a complete dick. I need the reassurance just at the moment.

[And Alfie's something of an expert when it comes to purposeful dickishness.]

Finally got a look at Sherlock's bullet wound. He shouldn't need morphine for that, but I can't really tell him to give me the prescription now. I asked him to tell me what happened on the roof, how he got shot point-blank like that, and it just came out all wrong. I think he thought I was asking about what led up to what happened.

Bloody hell, Alfie. He looked like he was gonna cry. If we get out and he goes back to our world, it's just going to be to step off that ledge. I don't know how to help him.

@ASolomons; text

[devoutish]

[Watson, you're coming to Alfie Solomons for advice. What has your life become.

Also he hates this new trend where you can only talk in text because of Sherlock being around.]

Talk him out of it. Convince him. You have the time now that you didn't have before.

[jumpthegun]

[He can't go to Fiona, Bucky is his own bag of very serious problems, and Clint would worry too much. He doesn't really trust anyone else enough. That means Alfie Solomons is the most viable option in this sorry state of affairs. Congrats, Alfie.]

I don't know what to say. Things will get better? They don't.

[Okay. That's melodramatic. John realizes it as soon as he hits send.]

Sorry. You're right. I'll figure something out.

[devoutish]

What sorts of things is he saying? He told you why?

cw: direct discussion of suicide

[jumpthegun]

No. We haven't really been able to talk about it except for him to tell me it wasn't my fault. I think he's lying.

[Mainly because John can't think of many other reasons and while it might not have been entirely his fault, he places part of the blame squarely on his shoulders. Which... isn't something he's actually mentioned to Alfie, he realizes, belatedly. Not directly. That conversation was with Fiona. Right.]

We rowed just before he went up on the roof. I left... that's when Moriarty got to him. I was talking to him on the phone from down on the ground when he jumped, Alfie. I couldn't convince him then. What the hell do I say now?

He told Davesprite it wasn't what the papers were printing about him being a fake, either.

[There are a few options for what else it could have been. Protecting John from Moriarty is the explanation he can think of. But that last conversation, Sherlock telling him to tell everyone he was a fake. That felt personal. It felt... like something else. John isn't sure what, but that's the part that makes him think the argument played into it, ultimately.]

[devoutish]

Can you guilt it out of him? You're good at that.

[Just because it usually doesn't work on him doesn't mean he doesn't recognize Watson's skills.]

[jumpthegun]

[Everything is about guilting people with you, Alfie.]

You want me to guilt a suicidal man.

[Alfie.]