"Just because death doesn't matter here doesn't mean we shouldn't be careful. Neither of us know what dying here is like, nor coming back to life. It could be horrible and traumatic." John protested without bite, watching the other's curls lift up out of those bright eyes.

"...And I'm not exactly looking to be kneeling beside your dead body again, Sherlock..." He whispers like the words hurt his throat. Though that could have been the brandy. "You might not see it the same way, but the experience isn't pleasant."