[Sherlock's brow wrinkles, perplexed, almost offended at himself. How could he have slipped on the possibility of fighting at angles other than upright?
...well. He is fairly far under. More than he has been in a while.
At length, he says:] Oh. [And gives a slow blink, staving off the impulse to rub his eye.] Of course. [And then, quietly, a self-judgement:] Damn. [He goes in for another bite of stew.]
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...well. He is fairly far under. More than he has been in a while.
At length, he says:] Oh. [And gives a slow blink, staving off the impulse to rub his eye.] Of course. [And then, quietly, a self-judgement:] Damn. [He goes in for another bite of stew.]