John gnawed on his bottom lip, appreciating the sting of the bruise growing there as he nodded. The slight pain was keeping him grounded, even as his gut twisted with want he wasn't looking to define at the moment.
"That's a good name for it." He said with a rueful smile, shifting his weight. His clothes had not been tossed very far from where he now sat, so John busied himself with quickly throwing on his pants, jeans, shirt and jumper. Sherlock's clothes scattered about nudges at the hair trigger in his mind, and it was hard to not stare. John quickly threw them over to the other man, keeping their eye contact as minimal as possible.
"Do you think it'll be like this for a couple of days? Most events averaged about that much, didn't they?" He couldn't imagine dealing with this for even another hour, let alone 48 to 72.
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"That's a good name for it." He said with a rueful smile, shifting his weight. His clothes had not been tossed very far from where he now sat, so John busied himself with quickly throwing on his pants, jeans, shirt and jumper. Sherlock's clothes scattered about nudges at the hair trigger in his mind, and it was hard to not stare. John quickly threw them over to the other man, keeping their eye contact as minimal as possible.
"Do you think it'll be like this for a couple of days? Most events averaged about that much, didn't they?" He couldn't imagine dealing with this for even another hour, let alone 48 to 72.