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[enarms]

"John Watson's phone. I'm either busy or ignoring you, in which case you'll know who you are. Leave a message."

(text | voice | video | snail mail | action | honestly whatever)

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[enarms]

Probably best not to wonder. But he's got a lot of friends. He could've gone to anyone.

[ and he went to you ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

All the more confusing.

[enarms]

I'm talking to him. [ trying to ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Oh, Christ. I already know how this is going to go. He's going to come and mock me for tattling.

[enarms]

Shouldn't've tattled then, should you.

[ lmf sorry claire the fun is slowly draining out of him but that's sort of... half.... a joke..... ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

Don't you start. He's having a jolly time trying to convince me I'm not a good friend simply because I don't particularly care to know the details of your sex life. I'm having a hard time convincing myself not to lose my temper.

[enarms]

He's tried that one with me too, I told him where to stuff it. Just stop replying. Maybe he'll get bored and go away.

[ please.... somebody... somebody let it die ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

[Here's an abrupt change in subject (sort of), certainly not inspired by any other conversations.]

I never really asked, did I? If you wanted to talk about what happened.

[enarms]

[ - oh, that's

... a subject best avoided now, after the fact. time to operate talking in circles. ]

Where'd that come from?

[nineteenfortyfive]

From me thinking that perhaps I haven't been fair to you. I reacted. That's not why you told me.

[enarms]

It's fine Claire

[nineteenfortyfive]

You can talk to me. I mean it.

[enarms]

It's alright. It's sorted now. [ that's a reads a bit too blunt, could be misconstrued for temper when really he's just eager to get this particular bit of conversation done with, so another quick on the first text's tail: ] Thank you though

[nineteenfortyfive]

If you say so.

[enarms]

We've spoken. It's fine.

[nineteenfortyfive]

I gathered that much if you were able to tell him you told me.

Are you two likely to kill one another or [how does she word this, she doesn't even understand] is this now how it is?

[enarms]

[ ......... that sure is a question ]

I don't know how it is. Might kill him next time he checks himself out of hospital early but otherwise the risk is low.

[nineteenfortyfive]

[That sure is not an answer!!! Which therein is an answer itself.]

I see.

[enarms]

[ Claire...... Claire...... Claire no he literally has no idea what's going on with them don't do this ]

See what?

[ a.k.a don't Claire do not, your elf eyes see nothing ]

[nineteenfortyfive]

What do you think? You're much more obvious than you think you are, John. Just because I don't necessarily call you out on it doesn't mean I can't make inferences.

[enarms]

Claire

[nineteenfortyfive]

That's me. I thought Sherlock Holmes was the other fellow.

[enarms]

[ it takes him a moment or two to work out what she means and there is the shortest, brightest stab of fear -

And then he gets it oh my god ]

Har har har har har.

[nineteenfortyfive]

Was it worth typing that out in an effort to not respond to the topic at hand?

wow why are my notifs the WORSt

[enarms]

I'd say that's a firm yes.