[ In the thick of a case, Sholmes has trained himself to view it as a problem to be solved. To hold himself eccentrically aloof from the flurry of tragedy and emotion. Afterwards, he might be briefly buoyed by their client’s gratitude, but he inevitably begins to brood: mulling over the trajectory of the case, how they might have solved it faster, perhaps improved the outcome.
He resumes appreciative bites of his dinner and can’t help but find his thoughts returning to Susato. All her careful touches make it feel as if she’s sitting quietly in a corner, presiding over the evening. And it’s not at all difficult to imagine her wearing some thinly-veiled concern. I’m counting on you, Mr. Sholmes. ]
Do you think I would ever hurt you, Mikotoba? [ He blinks when he hears himself say it aloud—his lips apparently loosened by the wine—but makes no move to withdraw the question. ]
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[ In the thick of a case, Sholmes has trained himself to view it as a problem to be solved. To hold himself eccentrically aloof from the flurry of tragedy and emotion. Afterwards, he might be briefly buoyed by their client’s gratitude, but he inevitably begins to brood: mulling over the trajectory of the case, how they might have solved it faster, perhaps improved the outcome.
He resumes appreciative bites of his dinner and can’t help but find his thoughts returning to Susato. All her careful touches make it feel as if she’s sitting quietly in a corner, presiding over the evening. And it’s not at all difficult to imagine her wearing some thinly-veiled concern. I’m counting on you, Mr. Sholmes. ]
Do you think I would ever hurt you, Mikotoba? [ He blinks when he hears himself say it aloud—his lips apparently loosened by the wine—but makes no move to withdraw the question. ]