Hey, Sherry? echoes distantly in his ears -- not truly here, just a...a particularly strong memory, brought back to the surface by the man's suggestion.
Sherlock gives the briefest laugh, a pitched-up singular--] Ha! [--that would be the driest and bitterest thing in the world if it weren't tempered by a tense note of suppressed sadness, a distant suggestion of heartbreak.
Ha, Ha. Would it, indeed. With a shake of his head:]
...mm. I cannot rule it out.
[There's a story there, but Sherlock won't tell it. He's intoxicated enough to react and hint, but he's nowhere near spilling what even John had only ever gotten in the broadest strokes.]
cw: audio hallucination
Hey, Sherry? echoes distantly in his ears -- not truly here, just a...a particularly strong memory, brought back to the surface by the man's suggestion.
Sherlock gives the briefest laugh, a pitched-up singular--] Ha! [--that would be the driest and bitterest thing in the world if it weren't tempered by a tense note of suppressed sadness, a distant suggestion of heartbreak.
Ha, Ha. Would it, indeed. With a shake of his head:]
...mm. I cannot rule it out.
[There's a story there, but Sherlock won't tell it. He's intoxicated enough to react and hint, but he's nowhere near spilling what even John had only ever gotten in the broadest strokes.]