He pursues that thought briefly, entertains what it might be like to sit in front of Sherlock Holmes after John Watson disappeared over the edge of a cliff. The man seems cold on the outside, but there's an emotional depth hidden underneath that one doesn't really expect to find there. ...Seemed. He seemed cold.
Lestrade runs his hand over his face and sits forward, leaning on his knees.
"Do you remember that time when I asked if Holmes would be the right sort of chap for you? Because it didn't seem like he could be?" He waits for Watson's nod before he presses on, his eyes fixed on the toe of Watson's shoe. "Well, I take it all back. Holmes loved you more than I've seen a person love someone. You, and me, and Mary excepting."
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Date: 2012-01-24 04:02 am (UTC)Lestrade runs his hand over his face and sits forward, leaning on his knees.
"Do you remember that time when I asked if Holmes would be the right sort of chap for you? Because it didn't seem like he could be?" He waits for Watson's nod before he presses on, his eyes fixed on the toe of Watson's shoe. "Well, I take it all back. Holmes loved you more than I've seen a person love someone. You, and me, and Mary excepting."