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Sherlock comes through the door, bringing in chilly winter-in-London air along with him. He pauses to look around and faintly smile, and then he takes the stairs to his and Jim's suite.

It's a few hours before he returns again, dressed much more casually than when he came in, and he goes to the bar to order dinner for himself, for now, and breakfast for two, to go.

It's good to go home, but it's better to be back.

... though there does seem to be a large number of people sniffling and looking miserable.

[ooc: ~~No warnings for the linked thread, but that may change~~. Yup, adulty things.]

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Sinric catches his eye and smiles, waiting for Sherlock to let him know it's okay to join him.

Sherlock smiles back. "Join me?" he saus, gesturing to the supper in front of him.

"Very gladly." Sinric smiles, ordering himself a meal and coming over to join Sherlock. "How are you, my friend? Did you enjoyed the festival?"

"I'm very well. Mardi Gras was excellent. How are you?"

"I am... well." He smiles, softly introspective. "And at peace with with myself. I fear that means I should return to my own world soon."

"It's a necessary evil, sometime," Sherlock says. "I love my friends, but I love Jim. It's hard to choose where to spend more time.

"Where will you go next?"

"To be torn between them, because they don't mix well. I understand. Those who love you will understand too." Even if Jim doesn't.

He shrugs and leans his head back a little. "I must face the ones who bound me to the tree, the ones who sort to use me. But I did not fear them. After that, I don't know. Where the wind blows me, I suppose. I would like to see Frankia. I hear much of the king who is styling himself as the next keeper of the Romans. Perhaps my feet will lead me there."

...no, they likely won't, given how Jim threatened to kill most of them. Sinric may want to meet Molly Hooper someday.

"What will you do, when you face them?"

Now, that would be an interesting conversation.

Sinric considers a moment before answering. "I have had time here to learn the extend of my gifts. By no means have I mastered them. That will take a lifetime, if it can be done at all. But I feel safe that I can protect myself, should they try to stop me leaving. If not by physical force, for I will never be a strong man, but by will and words and conviction. I have learnt that the right weight put to words can make them hard to disobey."

"I'm glad to hear it, that you'll be able to protect yourself."

He pauses a moment.

"If you like, I can teach you a few things to use to defend yourself physically. Using your enemy's size against them, for instance."

"I'd like that, very much." Sinric smiles brightly. "I hope I will never need it but it's better to know how, should the need come."

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