[When John moved his hand, Sherlock curled his fingers around the box he was still holding. A reaction contained until then.
He saw the similarities between Moriarty and himself. They had followed too close of paths, diverging only in specific places. Moriarty's first murder had been his first case. There was something about it, some inkling that their fates were knit together.
And God help those pulled into it.
Like John.]
Okay.
[His hand tightened around the box, squeezing slightly. Obvious. Too obvious. Moriarty would be watching, enjoying every reaction, drinking in every second of this exchange.]
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[When John moved his hand, Sherlock curled his fingers around the box he was still holding. A reaction contained until then.
He saw the similarities between Moriarty and himself. They had followed too close of paths, diverging only in specific places. Moriarty's first murder had been his first case. There was something about it, some inkling that their fates were knit together.
And God help those pulled into it.
Like John.]
Okay.
[His hand tightened around the box, squeezing slightly. Obvious. Too obvious. Moriarty would be watching, enjoying every reaction, drinking in every second of this exchange.]
We'll have a cup of tea. Then we'll go home.