16th March

[sirblogsalot]

Voicemail

Hello, you've reached the voicemail of Doctor John Watson. I can't come to the phone right now, so please leave a brief message and I'll get back to you as soon as I can. Thanks.

[He might actually get back to you... but there is a 50% chance that Sherlock will answer instead. Are you feeling lucky?]

Comments

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[amygdalae]

That would be the crux of the matter, I believe. Mr. Specter talks about his feelings as well as Tony does - which is to say not well at all.

[These manchildren am I right.]

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[sirblogsalot]

Well, tough. No way around that unless they want things to stay as they are.

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[amygdalae]

I suppose its up to us now to make it happen.

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[sirblogsalot]

And how do you suppose we do that?

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[amygdalae]

Donna probably has a better idea than us on how we should go about it. The four of us could discuss it over lunch.

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[sirblogsalot]

Should we really be meddling so much?

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[amygdalae]

With those two? Unfortunately so.

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[sirblogsalot]

[No, John still isn't sold on this.]

Is that what Donna and Pepper think too?

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[amygdalae]

Well--

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[amygdalae]

[Wait, Mike text here.]

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[amygdalae]

[A brief pause before this one comes through.]

Perhaps not so much after all.

[Guess who just incurred the wrath of the bb shark.]

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[sirblogsalot]

[Oh good, he's not the only one with reservations about this whole idea.]

I know you mean well, but sometimes these things really are best left alone. Your friends will sort it on their own and if they need help, they'll ask for it.

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[amygdalae]

[This is the most awkward turtling.]

Guess I did overstep the boundaries a little. [The sheepishness is kind of hard to not see, even in text.] Guess I'll have to keep that in mind for the future.

[Rule no 1 of friendship: always know your boundaries.]

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[sirblogsalot]

Better to learn that now than when it's too late. No harm done, right?

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[amygdalae]

I did incur the wrath of a shark pup, but nothing more than that. It'll pass.

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[sirblogsalot]

[Shark pup, what? He's... not even going to ask.]

That's good.

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[amygdalae]

[He got it from Donna, shh.]

Well, now that that's done with, want to get lunch together? I feel like getting some Chinese.

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[sirblogsalot]

[It's been more than a week now since he left the (second) flat Sherlock destroyed, so John has been eating his own meals for some time now. Chinese sounds awesome.]

Sure. I know a good place.

[That trick with examining the bottom third of the door handle really works.]

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[amygdalae]

I'll finish up with my stuff then. Reception area in thirty?

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[sirblogsalot]

I'll see you then.

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[amygdalae]

Likewise.

[Annnd they have a nice Chinese lunch together, and all was well.]