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The Heart
That Burns
[He just reached a hand up and rubbed the hair at the back of Brook’s head. Letting him be, but being near all the same.]
[Brook relaxed some at the contact, sighing quietly.] I…uh…I’m glad you’re out of the hospital now…
Me too. I don’t like being on the other end of a doctor’s visit.
[nodded somewhat and tried closing his eyes again. tired. He hadn’t really been sleeping much, despite having been curled up in his bed lately.]
[John shifted and got an arm around Brook along with a blanket. The usual arrangement to see if he couldn’t get him to sleep.]
How is it not my problem? I’m the one that has to sit here in your silence and wonder what it is I’m doing wrong. At least speak to me.
Well, you aren’t doing anything wrong. Sometimes I just don’t have anything to say.
[he looked away and sighed through his nose, closing his eyes while he felt the beginnings of a headache. Brook didn’t keep his eyes closed for long. He still saw the room. Tensing.]
Ah-hum. Right. [Got up off his chair and ambled over. He sat down next to him rather close and leaned back there.]
Sorry…[leaned against him, head propped on John’s shoulder while he stared down at the floor.][He just reached a hand up and rubbed the hair at the back of Brook’s head. Letting him be, but being near all the same.]
[Brook relaxed some at the contact, sighing quietly.] I…uh…I’m glad you’re out of the hospital now…
Me too. I don’t like being on the other end of a doctor’s visit.
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basicallyfillinginfortheskull:
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Oh god, this has made my day.
((I knew it was coming but I still fucking died omg)
All of you are the sweaty, hairy undersides of a fat man’s testicles and I hate you like he hates a sunny day in sweatpants.
(via inmeyoutrust)
How is it not my problem? I’m the one that has to sit here in your silence and wonder what it is I’m doing wrong. At least speak to me.
Well, you aren’t doing anything wrong. Sometimes I just don’t have anything to say.
[he looked away and sighed through his nose, closing his eyes while he felt the beginnings of a headache. Brook didn’t keep his eyes closed for long. He still saw the room. Tensing.]
Ah-hum. Right. [Got up off his chair and ambled over. He sat down next to him rather close and leaned back there.]
Sorry…[leaned against him, head propped on John’s shoulder while he stared down at the floor.]
[He just reached a hand up and rubbed the hair at the back of Brook’s head. Letting him be, but being near all the same.]
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(Source: benedictian, via consulting-doctor-watson)
[Formed an obviously forced smile before walking past John to sit on the couch, leaning back against it while he ran fingers through his hair. He didn’t want to talk about it. They had the conversation before. He didn’t want to argue.]
I wish you’d believe me. You have a heart. You think for yourself. That’s being a person. An individual. Formed up from another individual or not. [Said to Brook after a moment of watching Brook on the couch.]
[Laughed, but it was empty, looking off to the side while he pinched the bridge of his nose afterwards.]
I don’t want to talk about this.[finally spoke and he wished he hadn’t.]
Yes, well, we can’t sit around in brooding silence forever either. [tapping the end of his cane to his foot lightly] But that is the problem, is it? Who stuck a finger in your head and shifted all the cogs so that you won’t even talk to me? Was it Moriarty?
It’s nothing. Can we please drop it? I’ll get over it in my own time. It’s not your problem.
How is it not my problem? I’m the one that has to sit here in your silence and wonder what it is I’m doing wrong. At least speak to me.
Well, you aren’t doing anything wrong. Sometimes I just don’t have anything to say.
[he looked away and sighed through his nose, closing his eyes while he felt the beginnings of a headache. Brook didn’t keep his eyes closed for long. He still saw the room. Tensing.]
Ah-hum. Right. [Got up off his chair and ambled over. He sat down next to him rather close and leaned back there.]
[Formed an obviously forced smile before walking past John to sit on the couch, leaning back against it while he ran fingers through his hair. He didn’t want to talk about it. They had the conversation before. He didn’t want to argue.]
I wish you’d believe me. You have a heart. You think for yourself. That’s being a person. An individual. Formed up from another individual or not. [Said to Brook after a moment of watching Brook on the couch.]
[Laughed, but it was empty, looking off to the side while he pinched the bridge of his nose afterwards.]
I don’t want to talk about this.[finally spoke and he wished he hadn’t.]
Yes, well, we can’t sit around in brooding silence forever either. [tapping the end of his cane to his foot lightly] But that is the problem, is it? Who stuck a finger in your head and shifted all the cogs so that you won’t even talk to me? Was it Moriarty?
It’s nothing. Can we please drop it? I’ll get over it in my own time. It’s not your problem.
How is it not my problem? I’m the one that has to sit here in your silence and wonder what it is I’m doing wrong. At least speak to me.
[Formed an obviously forced smile before walking past John to sit on the couch, leaning back against it while he ran fingers through his hair. He didn’t want to talk about it. They had the conversation before. He didn’t want to argue.]
I wish you’d believe me. You have a heart. You think for yourself. That’s being a person. An individual. Formed up from another individual or not. [Said to Brook after a moment of watching Brook on the couch.]
[Laughed, but it was empty, looking off to the side while he pinched the bridge of his nose afterwards.]
I don’t want to talk about this.[finally spoke and he wished he hadn’t.]
Yes, well, we can’t sit around in brooding silence forever either. [tapping the end of his cane to his foot lightly] But that is the problem, is it? Who stuck a finger in your head and shifted all the cogs so that you won’t even talk to me? Was it Moriarty?
[after heating up the blood, he drank it quick enough to get it over with, leaning against the counter and staring into the glass, mostly hollow eyed. He closed his eyes and thought about throwing the glass across the room but fought the urge and just rinsed and put it away, hands gripping the counter.]
Going to tell me what’s the matter yet? Or do I have to get up and prod at you with my cane. A chair in the other hand like a lion tamer?
[Formed an obviously forced smile before walking past John to sit on the couch, leaning back against it while he ran fingers through his hair. He didn’t want to talk about it. They had the conversation before. He didn’t want to argue.]
I wish you’d believe me. You have a heart. You think for yourself. That’s being a person. An individual. Formed up from another individual or not. [Said to Brook after a moment of watching Brook on the couch.]
