"Wouldn't that be just lovely, then." John cried, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Violence, excitement, exactly what you wanted. Please. As if I'd just pop off and tell him that you're-- I'm not the one who has bloody tea parties with him, Sherlock!"
He lifted his free hand and cupped it over his mouth, dropping his gaze to the ground between them.
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He lifted his free hand and cupped it over his mouth, dropping his gaze to the ground between them.