So you won't allow a dead man to carry a secret with him to the grave? How cruel of you, Holmes.
[Yet, even with his casual banter - there's something in his eyes that's warning Sherlock not to pry any deeper.
This isn't knowledge he wants to give, not now - perhaps not ever.]
It's a simple formula, anyway - even a child could figure it out. It's like - when one of those maddening songs get stuck in your ears, and you can't remove it.
[He debates for a moment, to press the curiosity in him - the formula itself was simple, what 'X' stood for is a different manner entirely.
But the look in the man's eyes made the question catch and die in his throat, as his mind flashes, his eyes - he didn't remember that his eyes were actually gray, or those feelings he had as they rolled off the cliff.
Things he didn't remember, things that keep tickling at his mind, whispering to pry. No - he shouldn't, not now. Not here.
Perhaps Not Ever.]
Hmm...
[He didn't believe the excuse, but he let the matter drop]
[There's a moment as they stare each other down - blue and green - before Moriarty suddenly laughs, hitting him on the shoulder.]
Let me guess - you're flattered you're in my Equation? Don't be! After all, I was seriously considering dragging you down to Hell with me. I'm fairly certain even you wouldn't have survived a fall from that height!
[He grabs Watanuki, dragging the Witch from where he was to....basically on his lap. His lap is now full of limp noodle.]
And it looks like the illustrious Witch himself is feeling a little better, from the color he's gained.
[Sherlock rubs his shoulder, looking at his unconscious master, letting go some tension]
I can feel it,
[And it's still not enough to wake the man up, but that would take more than what would be safe for Moriarty, even with his high rank in Independent Action]
We should bring him back before someone starts wondering where he got off to.
[Sherlock murmurs as he extended his arm to grab both their gloves, wincing as he felt a twinge in his shoulder joint, using a too tight grip on the gloves until it passes]
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[Yet, even with his casual banter - there's something in his eyes that's warning Sherlock not to pry any deeper.
This isn't knowledge he wants to give, not now - perhaps not ever.]
It's a simple formula, anyway - even a child could figure it out. It's like - when one of those maddening songs get stuck in your ears, and you can't remove it.
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But the look in the man's eyes made the question catch and die in his throat, as his mind flashes, his eyes - he didn't remember that his eyes were actually gray, or those feelings he had as they rolled off the cliff.
Things he didn't remember, things that keep tickling at his mind, whispering to pry. No - he shouldn't, not now. Not here.
Perhaps Not Ever.]
Hmm...
[He didn't believe the excuse, but he let the matter drop]
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Let me guess - you're flattered you're in my Equation? Don't be! After all, I was seriously considering dragging you down to Hell with me. I'm fairly certain even you wouldn't have survived a fall from that height!
[He grabs Watanuki, dragging the Witch from where he was to....basically on his lap. His lap is now full of limp noodle.]
And it looks like the illustrious Witch himself is feeling a little better, from the color he's gained.
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I can feel it,
[And it's still not enough to wake the man up, but that would take more than what would be safe for Moriarty, even with his high rank in Independent Action]
We should bring him back before someone starts wondering where he got off to.
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[He gathers Watanuki in his arms again, standing up easily off the bed.
...He never took off his shoes. Why this, Moriarty.]
- Luckily he's rather light, if long-limbed.
Grab my gloves, would you?
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[Sherlock murmurs as he extended his arm to grab both their gloves, wincing as he felt a twinge in his shoulder joint, using a too tight grip on the gloves until it passes]
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[Still, he notices the wince - and grins a little to himself, though he says absolutely nothing.
How's that phantom pain feel, hmmmm???
And he quickly starts to leave the room, heading downstairs with Watanuki, until they're back and he can be placed on his own bed.
...Moriarty even tucks him in, looking all the world like a doting grandfather.]