...In truth, no one had ever said those words to him. No one had ever noticed - not even Sherlock - that this state he was in was when he felt his most hopeless and helpless, his back against the wall with only one single avenue left to him.
So how...how could she see past this, this state that seemed more like his normal state, if one looked at the books?]
....Why do you believe....that I'm hurting?
[His voice -
finally, a little warmth seeps back in, though it's hesitant and questioning - sounding almost like his voice is cracking as he asks that.]
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'I don't want to see you hurting this badly.'
...In truth, no one had ever said those words to him. No one had ever noticed - not even Sherlock - that this state he was in was when he felt his most hopeless and helpless, his back against the wall with only one single avenue left to him.
So how...how could she see past this, this state that seemed more like his normal state, if one looked at the books?]
....Why do you believe....that I'm hurting?
[His voice -
finally, a little warmth seeps back in, though it's hesitant and questioning - sounding almost like his voice is cracking as he asks that.]