[ It's a fact that clearly annoys him. He's accepted it, because there's no room for anything else, but that's about where it ends. He just hums at her second comment, and flances over from the corner of his eyes.
Ugh. Hmm.
It's with a degree of reluctance that Sherlock shrugs out of his coat and holds it out. He won't go so far as to drape it over her shoulders. The gesture should be enough on its own. ]
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[ It's a fact that clearly annoys him. He's accepted it, because there's no room for anything else, but that's about where it ends. He just hums at her second comment, and flances over from the corner of his eyes.
Ugh. Hmm.
It's with a degree of reluctance that Sherlock shrugs out of his coat and holds it out. He won't go so far as to drape it over her shoulders. The gesture should be enough on its own. ]
Here. Until the wind dies out.