Yes, didn't shower. He went up stairs and passed out exactly that way. One big scorned manchild who got sent to bed for being particularly naughty. As he managed to pass out, at least for awhile, he jittered and jumped a bit in his sleep. It was actually the burn out that woke him. This feeling of panic on the back of his neck. Cold sweat across his skin. His brows frowned as she began to poke and prod at him. Slowly, Holmes' body rolled over and lossed eyes managed to look up at her.
"Must you be so invasive," it comes slow and quiet as he swats away her prodding hand. "I feel like I've been run over by a truck, how do you think I feel, Watson? I'm coming down from Heroin."
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Date: 2012-12-09 09:11 pm (UTC)"Must you be so invasive," it comes slow and quiet as he swats away her prodding hand. "I feel like I've been run over by a truck, how do you think I feel, Watson? I'm coming down from Heroin."