"My safety?" John leaned back as much as Sherlock's circling arms would allow so they could lock eyes and his disproving, if not rather flushed expression could be seen. "While I'm not considering forcing you into lobotomization, I'm not exactly thinking the best thoughts over here either." Flexing his fingers against Sherlock's skin absently, the doctor suddenly recalled the rough treatment he had given his partner, hissing in sympathy when he got a good look at the quickly bruising bite marks he'd left.
"Christ, look what I've done to you..." Lifting a hand, John brushed his fingers along the deep marks with the upmost care, the frown lines in his forehead and around his mouth growing deeper as the concern banished his darker thoughts. "See what I mean? This is not good, Sherlock. I've really hurt you."
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"Christ, look what I've done to you..." Lifting a hand, John brushed his fingers along the deep marks with the upmost care, the frown lines in his forehead and around his mouth growing deeper as the concern banished his darker thoughts. "See what I mean? This is not good, Sherlock. I've really hurt you."