drearily, bluejay eyes open to the prodding along his shoulder. his head lifts weakly, one arm propped up by his elbow while the other one is curved under his chin as support. sleep still had holmes in it’s clutches, holding him steadfast, shown obvious by the glazed glance given to the assistant.
words are barely registered, nodding along but not quite listening. pushing himself to sit up properly, a mumbled, half hearted protest to his exhaustion being watson’s response. rubbing sleep away from his eyes, trying to jumpstart his own awareness again. ( curse this exhaustion. time that could be spent working seems to be wasted–! )
“ you’ve told me plenty times. “ half hearted protest indeed! he moves to stand regardless, closing the folder that had been a heated interest just a few moments prior.
experience left him positively certain that watson would simply demand to be listened to if holmes cast his worry aside.
stretching his arms somewhat, looking up to the other tiredly afterwards. there, he’s up— but, there’s still a small matter to attend to. something that was likely true considering late circumstances…
“ have you gotten any sleep as well? or have you hidden that from me? “
‘ yet you never seem to listen... ‘
a step back is taken as the detective brings himself to a stand, hands falling to his side with a small HUFF of dissatisfaction. even after all their years of companionship he continues to work himself to the bone, shoved head first into files && papers, despite the assistants constant badgering! it’s become nothing less than a job for him now, but one he can’t help but enjoy.
if he must, he’ll carry this difficult man to bed!!
‘ ....ah? ‘
oh, this cunning little... surely, he’ll be the death of poor watson one day, turning the conversation onto its head like that, forcing him to think of a lie! this isn’t about HIM, now! it wasn’t meant to be -- && it’ll continue to be so!
‘ i had a small nap, but nothing other than that.’ no, he’s kept his eyes open while the moon hangs within the sky, a lookout for trouble that may once again find their office doors (quite the worrier he’s been lately.)
surely he doesn’t think holmes will believe him so easily (he knows better than that; those piercing eyes can see through him any day) but the attempt remains hanging.
‘ come, though--! ‘ && so he speaks once more, before the other can berate him for his hypocrisy. ‘ we should get you to bed, holmes. we wouldn’t want you making any mistakes because of your state of mind, now would we! ‘
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