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[devoutish]

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[devoutish]

It's not. No. Good things only today, if I can possibly help it.

[furgood]

Mn, well. [Hums] Did I tell you I have Sherlocks cats now? I still have to name them.

[devoutish]

Fucking hell, is that man still emotionless?

[Alfie asks, disgruntled.]

He'll be wanting them back when he comes to his senses, you know.

[furgood]

I've had them since he became so. He boxed them up and shoved them outside like everything else. Like trash. [She sounds a little sharp ] If he'd wanted to keep them, he wouldn't have thrown then out.

[devoutish]

He doesn't want them now, but he will later, is what I'm telling you. When he gets his emotions back and comes sniveling to you about them, you should keep them - or make him beg.

[furgood]

He can't have them back. [Firm. Sure slips her arm around his waist and squeezes ] I won't let him throw them away and then try to get them back. I--I wanted a cat the entire time I was in the Capitol but I never wanted something to be stuck there without me if I got caught. I waited because is another living creature I'm bringing into my situation. And he just boxed them up for trash.

[devoutish]

[He puts an arm around hers in turn, swaying a little.]

He's gonna feel like a right git, yeah.

[furgood]

[Mumbles and turns her face into his shoulder ] He's awful. To them. To John.

[devoutish]

And John's never gonna get shot of him.

[Alfie says, his brow furrowing into a frown.]

[furgood]

He was...I don't know. Shocked. When Sherlock threw him out. He just--[Deep breath ] It makes me so angry.

[devoutish]

You're helping to take care of him, yeah?

[furgood]

I helped move him into the hotel. But you know John. He insists everything is fine.

[devoutish]

Mm, yeah; I don't let him get away with that.

[furgood]

[Hum ] You don't let anyone get away with it

[devoutish]

One of my many talents, yes.

[He kisses the top of her head.]

[furgood]

You excel at it, it's very true

[devoutish]

But--

[He gives her another little squeeze.]

It will end. I've no doubt of it.

[furgood]

I yield to your expertise. I just.. wish he didn't put up with so much.

[devoutish]

He's got quite a low opinion of himself, sometimes.

[furgood]

I think a lot of his self worth is tied up in Sherlock. And Sherlock said he wasn't needed anymore.

[devoutish]

His self-worth being tied up in Sherlock is a very good sign that he hasn't got much of it to begin with.

[furgood]

True--I can sort of understand but I can hope it'll be good for him.

[devoutish]

Bother him about it, as often and as loudly as you can.

[furgood]

[Little laugh] I'm not sure bothering will help. He needs to figure out out on his own. At least in my experience, with these sorts of things at least. But I'll nudge.

[devoutish]

Nudging and bothering will help him with the figuring out.

[Trust him, he's a doctor.]