It had taken days to regain her composure, to appreciate this was all real
and not some delirious dream from her prison cell. The hotel he had
obtained for them was almost laughable in its luxury. While such a place
would have once been a home away from home, now it all seemed so
utterly meaningless. For she was alive. She had looked death in the face,
chin still held high with pride, but miraculously come away unscathed.
Clearly cultivating relationships, getting friends in the highest places
possible, was a wise move. She may have lost her mind briefly back in
London, but it was to her credit in the end.
He had rescued her.
Sitting before the vanity in the room they shared, hair damp from the rather
long bath she had just indulged in (who ever would have thought she would
find herself so thankful for clean water?) she ran her fingers through dark
brown tresses, their eyes meeting in the mirror.
His confused expression was amusing really, as if he had expected her to
read his mind; as if the answer to her question was glaringly obvious. Indeed,
it might well be, but that didn’t mean she had no intention of hearing him say it.
Especially to watch him squirm.
"I am not, nor have I ever been, one to fall to convention, my darling."
Rising to her feet, she approached him. Pausing for a moment, almost second-
guessing herself, she curled her fingers beneath his chin, tilting his face up so
that she might look into his eyes.
"Besides, there is time for thanks later. What I want to know is
why you came.”
When she speaks, fingers pressed into his flesh, the detective is hardly amused. His
hand comes to hers, removing it from him; though he wants nothing more than to jerk
her far away from him, his actions remain smooth, and unbothered.
Sherlock's lips pursed, forming a soft line as he looked up to her. Being fresh from the
shower, Irene was clean, and were he naive to believe it, innocent looking.
When she posed her statement? question, there was a falter in his expression, if only
for a moment. He didn't want this conversation, and he'd never wanted to explain why
he had spent his resources in tracking her down. He'd only wanted her to accept it for
what it was, whatever it might be, and had some hope she'd be decent enough
to understand that much.
He leaned back, just enough so that the smell of her toothpaste wasn't so sharp to
his nose, and so that her hair didn't threaten him anymore. An eyebrow cocked
upward, then an inhale, a pause before speaking.
"I had an afternoon free——" He shifted, uncomfortable in his position. "So I
weighed the pros and the cons and decided that coming after you would be
the best way to fill it."
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