[Heizou lays the book to rest in his lap, a hand pressed over the cover as though to prove to Sherlock that he won't be looking at the letter again - so long as things stay on track. He then settles once again, leaning on the armrest of his chair and propping his head up with his other hand as he smiles at his best friend and companion.]
How about we start with what your imagination has provided you with? That way we can dispel any inaccuracies you've dreamt up before we walk through reality. You can manage that, right?
[ Can he manage that? They are soon to find out. This is what Sherlock wanted, answers to his questions. He has to ask the questions first if he wants those answers. ]
... There is one scenario that happens regularly enough. John and I are sitting side by side on the settee in our shared flat. He turns to kiss me and pull me onto his lap. My clothing disappears until I am in open shirtsleeves only and bare everywhere else. He touches me between my legs with a hand. John lacks his waistcoat and necktie but is otherwise clothed. Next we are both bare. I'm in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, as he presses into me, and then the next moment I am in his bed. I don't think we once parted despite the change in location. He is atop me and continuing to press into me. I am uncertain if he... finished. I believe I did as I am overwhelmed. He is quite gentle after, though I still don't think we've parted.
[ It's not a smooth retelling because his subconscious skips parts, unable to fully connect the scenes as pieces are missing. How did his clothes disappear? How did John's? How exactly was he being touched? How did they get from the settee to John's bed?
Sherlock looks sheepishly at Heizou, half disbelieving he actually said those words out loud, half looking for approval that he's managed. ]
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Date: 2026-02-02 06:17 am (UTC)How about we start with what your imagination has provided you with? That way we can dispel any inaccuracies you've dreamt up before we walk through reality. You can manage that, right?
making that fanart "dream canon"
Date: 2026-02-02 09:30 am (UTC)... There is one scenario that happens regularly enough. John and I are sitting side by side on the settee in our shared flat. He turns to kiss me and pull me onto his lap. My clothing disappears until I am in open shirtsleeves only and bare everywhere else. He touches me between my legs with a hand. John lacks his waistcoat and necktie but is otherwise clothed. Next we are both bare. I'm in his lap, legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his neck, as he presses into me, and then the next moment I am in his bed. I don't think we once parted despite the change in location. He is atop me and continuing to press into me. I am uncertain if he... finished. I believe I did as I am overwhelmed. He is quite gentle after, though I still don't think we've parted.
[ It's not a smooth retelling because his subconscious skips parts, unable to fully connect the scenes as pieces are missing. How did his clothes disappear? How did John's? How exactly was he being touched? How did they get from the settee to John's bed?
Sherlock looks sheepishly at Heizou, half disbelieving he actually said those words out loud, half looking for approval that he's managed. ]