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Post by Irene on Jan 30, 2009 11:45:30 GMT -5
"Is there shame in it for you? Not that you need me, but..."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Feb 2, 2009 11:52:04 GMT -5
Holmes thought about this, giving the question consideration. He was not given to salving feelings.
"The only shame I feel is in what I--he--did to you," he said quietly. "I confess, the first days were too heady, too alien to me. My mind rejected the necessity of you, even as I craved... But with balance, I think, the heart has its place."
This was, of course, a huge admission for him. But how else could he justify his continued presence?
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Post by Irene on Feb 11, 2009 19:46:48 GMT -5
It hadn't done him any good to come to Paris, she knew that. And some day he could return to London...and she didn't know if she'd be able to follow him. It would intrude on his life, on his work- but she would think about that another day.
"Even after everything, it's still surprising to hear that from you."
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Post by Sherlock Holmes on Feb 11, 2009 23:56:00 GMT -5
"Then I am remiss," he said. "Forgive me, Irene. It is not in my nature to express myself so openly. Or not nature... perhaps it is training, or something else entirely. But I have survived, and you seem to be doing better, and all is not lost. For that, I am grateful."
He brushed her cheek with his hand. "I denied emotion for so long. It would have been easy to go on doing so. But I would have hurt myself as well as you. Now. What shall we do this evening? If you are done with rehearsal, that is."
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