Sherlock is silent. He speaks no more. He wont tell her where they are but an examination of the bottom left drawer will expose a stash compartment. Clearly this business is used to events like these. He frowns deeper still when she says that they are going home. Sparing his only clean route, his work.
"You hadn't failed, Watson." He speaks as she finds it. The small pouch of tar. A few more needles and elastics. All the necessities to cook it and be clean. "I failed."
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Date: 2012-12-07 08:45 pm (UTC)"You hadn't failed, Watson." He speaks as she finds it. The small pouch of tar. A few more needles and elastics. All the necessities to cook it and be clean. "I failed."