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"Was he really romantic as a teenager? I don't have much access to his memories then. He mostly seemed like a standoffish, entitled prick?" Q suggested with a slight wince, pretty sure he would be paying for that comment later but it was sincerely what he believed to be the truth.

"I was simply ensuring that the larger particles of material resting on the carpet were removed. I would have hoovered but I would prefer not to disturb you or Mrs Hudson, as I understand her comfort is a priority." He explained, hands clasped behind his back as he rested on the balls on his feet to stretch out the cords within his legs that got reduced synthetic-fluid flow as he was kneeling.

Though he's grateful that Q didn't start cleaning immediately. The old him would have been upset if he started cleaning. "My piece of advise is to not clean daily. Especially during an ongoing case as any minute detail is a possible data that could be logged for evidence."

"Escort, of course. In the most demure sense of the word." He grinned at her and reached out to touch her cheek, so familiar with her expressions to know that he would already feel the heat of dilated capillaries beneath her perfectly done makeup.

She then pressed her lips on his cheek, placing a kiss carefully to avoid leaving a mark on his skin. Then he circles her arm around his. "Yes. We'll have our time after it this." She was supposed to be on a day off after all. She nodded at his question as they finally began to head outside. "If you can give an area where I can move, I'll appreciate it. But I'd still like for us to keep an eye out for each other."

lesbian

gay

bisexual

transgender

queer

pansexual

demisexual

ace

hopeless romantics

cis-men

cis-women

non binary folks

the whole spectrum etc…

i need to go away for a while.

i need you to start trusting me.

i need things to go smoothly this time.

i need everyone to calm down.

i need you to stay with me.

i need to be something more than this.

i need you to listen to me.

i need you to stop talking and let me do this.

i need to tell you something serious, and it might scare you when i say it.

i need more out of this relationship than you're giving me right now.

i need a stiff drink.

i need to take a nap.

i need things to go my way for once.

i need better than you. i just didn't see that until right now.

i need answers.

i need a quick explanation.

i need at least five more minutes to finish getting ready.

i need your body against mine.

i need your tongue in my mouth.

i need you to fuck me.

i need my head to stop spinning.

i need to sit down for a second to catch my breath.

i need everyone to clear out of this room.

i need a change of clothes.

i need you to look at me when you're talking to me.

i need to leave this place and never come back.

i need to tell you something urgently.

i need you to shut up.

i need romance. i need passion.

i need you to give me more emotion.

i need your gun.

i need you to cover me.

i need this to go perfectly.

i need a win.

i need you in my life.

i need there to be more communication between us.

i need to know how you feel about me.

i need you to stop bullshitting.

i need to know if we're more than friends.

i need you. only you.

i need to get to a hospital.

i need you to put pressure on that wound.

i need you to keep talking to me.

i need more than you're willing to give me, and i think that's always going to be a problem with us.

i need someone better.

i need you to tell me what happened from start to finish.

i need to go to the bathroom.

i need a trash can.

But all she could provide is an understanding nod as her lips pull and curl into a soft, sad smile. Emerald eyes looked at Steve, filled with nothing but guilt and regret. Guilt for not trying enough. Regret for not doing enough.

The statement had him blinking slowly, silent as he considered. "I'm not sure those things can exist in the same space - Marcus being safe and happy and me." He admitted quietly. "But I appreciate the sentiment." He gazed back at her, leaning his cheek into her touch despite all knowledge that she was not for him.

She believes Q. She believes that Marcus wants what's best for her. For both of them. Should their story ended up differently, if they ended up leaving together that night when they were young, she could see the possibility of Marcus' wish happening.

at his side, she crossed her arms over her chest as usual with her signature frown on her lips. " ugh, i'm feeling quite cross with you, sherlock. you're so bloody stubborn for your own good. you're going to make me run for my money in that compartment. " she huffed, her lips pursed slightly in a delicate pout.

amelia then released a sigh before giving him a languid shrug at his inquiry. " if locking you within your room will force you to rest, then so be it, my darling. lest... lest i feed you so you can heal faster. "

It was his stubbornness that got him through the death of the people he knew. It was his stubbornness that brought him… here.

"Y'know what? I'm pretty good, yeah." Greg answered truthfully, a soft smile pulling at his lips. It wasn't often that Sherlock asked after his wellbeing, but Greg usually took it as a positive; that Sherlock was here in the moment, and not mentally off somewhere else, roaming his mind palace.

There was a slight delay in Sherlock's footsteps, following the detective inspector. "Well, umm… that's… that's good to know." Sherlock was never good with this type of conversation, but he would never admit that out loud. Just like how he was never the same after losing his memories, but no one has to know that part now, do it?