[Even as out of it as he is, Heizou does notice the way Sherlock seems to hesitate about going inside. He's about to ask if he'd rather go somewhere else, but the door is opening before he can get the words out. And then he's following his friend inside, stepping cautiously as though he's worried about Sherlock taking offense to having his private space disturbed.
It doesn't take long to figure out the real reason the detective is so tense and nervous. Much of the space is perfectly normal, cozy and lived in and messy in much the same way Heizou's place often is (his head is usually much too occupied with one thing or another to worry about being tidy). He notes the dolls sitting on the bed, recognizing at least one of them from the illustrations that Sherlock had shared of his Dr. Watson. But the most interesting part of anything is the clue board along the wall, and Heizou zeroes in on it almost immediately.
He doesn't sit just yet, instead opting to stand next to the offered chair with his eyes glued to the board. He looks over every illustration and follows every thread, and even though he can't quite make out what all the notes say from this distance, he has a pretty good idea about what Sherlock is puzzling over. The self-portrait is telling, and even through his own moody haze Heizou can't help but feel somewhat amused by the drawing of himself in the bottom corner.]
...Interesting.
[He kind of wants to move closer to get a better look at all of Sherlock's notes, but he is tired. Still, his gaze stays fixed on the board as he sinks into the seat.]
I suppose this place does confirm that there are many universes with many similarities.
[ With a light scoff, Sherlock feels as if he can breathe a little easier. He's not instantly rejected and thus maybe Heizou will still bother to associate with him. ]
That is far kinder than what I expected someone to say of the madness which has plagued me since my own world.
[ He puts on the coffee and gathers the necessary supplies: water, cloth, healing spray, bandages, stage makeup. Sherlock kneels with a damp cloth to clean the blood and any dirt out of the wounds on Heizou's hands as tenderly as he can. He's watched and felt John tend to him enough times that he has picked up on technique. Once he thinks the wounds are clean, he lightly sprays the area. It stings at first, and he gently blows across the surface to help that sting quickly fade away. ]
The healing spray will help numb the pain and accelerate your wounds closing, but it won't completely heal them. You'll have to use some bandages to cover them until you've finished healing. The spray will probably help the bruising as well if you wish me to apply it elsewhere.
[ Although for that Sherlock doesn't have as much personal data to go on. He usually just covers the bruises the best he can with his stage makeup or just his clothing in general. He's in the middle of preparing some bandages when he asks, ]
Do you still want some form of distraction? I have some ideas, but my last attempt has...
[Sherlock's mention of "madness" gets Heizou to look back over at him, eyes curious as he tilts his head slightly to the side. He's not surprised, per se. He of all people has noticed the way Sherlock's gaze sometimes flits expectantly to the side where nothing is there, and how it seems like there's something in his past experience that constantly haunts him. He's never asked about it, content to make his own deductions or wait for Sherlock to share it himself. This feels a bit like he's inviting the question, and yet Heizou's unsure of whether or not he should push.
Besides, his attention is quickly pulled away to watch the way his friend tends to his injuries. They're minor, and while the spray does sting a bit Heizou hardly flinches. The pain, if any, feels distant. Disconnected, like it's happening to someone else and he's just watching from the back of his head. Still, he's grateful for Sherlock's attentiveness, and he nods at everything he says.]
You don't have to worry about the bruises. They'll heal just fine.
[Vision users are pretty hardy, after all. They're far from invulnerable, of course, but bruising is nothing to concern themselves with. ...Though that might just be because Heizou's a trained martial artist. It's hard to say.
At Sherlock's question, Heizou glances back up at him with a slight frown. He of course knows that this case was the man's attempt to distract him from his problems, so it's not like he's upset about that. But he does feel bad about being the one to make everything go sideways.]
...Sorry. Again. I know you meant well by inviting me out. It's my own fault that things didn't end as smoothly as usual.
I can cover the ones on your face with some makeup before you leave if you want.
[ The healing spray is placed by the chair. Sherlock will offer it for Heizou to take for future treatments before he leaves. He tosses the dirty cloth into the sink for now. He'll deal with that later in maybe a day or two. ]
Was it yours? Or was it mine for not reading the situation correctly, underestimating their skills, and overestimating my own?
[ The coffee is ready now, so Sherlock pours them two steaming mugs full and brings over the pot for refills. It's a large pot. He sits on the floor with his back against the bed. ]
I won't ask what's going on as we've already established that it's unlikely I can help with your problem. However, go ahead and ask what you want about [ he motions over his shoulder at the clue board wall ] if it'll help occupy your mind. I'll answer them. I won't be like my brother and try to hide the truth when the evidence is clear to see. Maybe you'll help me see a truth I've been trying to fight against.
[ Is he too mentally fragile to continue on his path of being a detective? Is he more a nuisance than help? ]
Or I could play some violin if you'd like, though I believe we're at the time when we'll have my neighbors complaining. Hm, do I have a pack of cards anywhere?
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Date: 23 Aug 2024 04:14 (UTC)It doesn't take long to figure out the real reason the detective is so tense and nervous. Much of the space is perfectly normal, cozy and lived in and messy in much the same way Heizou's place often is (his head is usually much too occupied with one thing or another to worry about being tidy). He notes the dolls sitting on the bed, recognizing at least one of them from the illustrations that Sherlock had shared of his Dr. Watson. But the most interesting part of anything is the clue board along the wall, and Heizou zeroes in on it almost immediately.
He doesn't sit just yet, instead opting to stand next to the offered chair with his eyes glued to the board. He looks over every illustration and follows every thread, and even though he can't quite make out what all the notes say from this distance, he has a pretty good idea about what Sherlock is puzzling over. The self-portrait is telling, and even through his own moody haze Heizou can't help but feel somewhat amused by the drawing of himself in the bottom corner.]
...Interesting.
[He kind of wants to move closer to get a better look at all of Sherlock's notes, but he is tired. Still, his gaze stays fixed on the board as he sinks into the seat.]
I suppose this place does confirm that there are many universes with many similarities.
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Date: 27 Aug 2024 07:24 (UTC)That is far kinder than what I expected someone to say of the madness which has plagued me since my own world.
[ He puts on the coffee and gathers the necessary supplies: water, cloth, healing spray, bandages, stage makeup. Sherlock kneels with a damp cloth to clean the blood and any dirt out of the wounds on Heizou's hands as tenderly as he can. He's watched and felt John tend to him enough times that he has picked up on technique. Once he thinks the wounds are clean, he lightly sprays the area. It stings at first, and he gently blows across the surface to help that sting quickly fade away. ]
The healing spray will help numb the pain and accelerate your wounds closing, but it won't completely heal them. You'll have to use some bandages to cover them until you've finished healing. The spray will probably help the bruising as well if you wish me to apply it elsewhere.
[ Although for that Sherlock doesn't have as much personal data to go on. He usually just covers the bruises the best he can with his stage makeup or just his clothing in general. He's in the middle of preparing some bandages when he asks, ]
Do you still want some form of distraction? I have some ideas, but my last attempt has...
[ Landed them like this. ]
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Date: 27 Aug 2024 19:14 (UTC)Besides, his attention is quickly pulled away to watch the way his friend tends to his injuries. They're minor, and while the spray does sting a bit Heizou hardly flinches. The pain, if any, feels distant. Disconnected, like it's happening to someone else and he's just watching from the back of his head. Still, he's grateful for Sherlock's attentiveness, and he nods at everything he says.]
You don't have to worry about the bruises. They'll heal just fine.
[Vision users are pretty hardy, after all. They're far from invulnerable, of course, but bruising is nothing to concern themselves with. ...Though that might just be because Heizou's a trained martial artist. It's hard to say.
At Sherlock's question, Heizou glances back up at him with a slight frown. He of course knows that this case was the man's attempt to distract him from his problems, so it's not like he's upset about that. But he does feel bad about being the one to make everything go sideways.]
...Sorry. Again. I know you meant well by inviting me out. It's my own fault that things didn't end as smoothly as usual.
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Date: 29 Aug 2024 10:02 (UTC)[ The healing spray is placed by the chair. Sherlock will offer it for Heizou to take for future treatments before he leaves. He tosses the dirty cloth into the sink for now. He'll deal with that later in maybe a day or two. ]
Was it yours? Or was it mine for not reading the situation correctly, underestimating their skills, and overestimating my own?
[ The coffee is ready now, so Sherlock pours them two steaming mugs full and brings over the pot for refills. It's a large pot. He sits on the floor with his back against the bed. ]
I won't ask what's going on as we've already established that it's unlikely I can help with your problem. However, go ahead and ask what you want about [ he motions over his shoulder at the clue board wall ] if it'll help occupy your mind. I'll answer them. I won't be like my brother and try to hide the truth when the evidence is clear to see. Maybe you'll help me see a truth I've been trying to fight against.
[ Is he too mentally fragile to continue on his path of being a detective? Is he more a nuisance than help? ]
Or I could play some violin if you'd like, though I believe we're at the time when we'll have my neighbors complaining. Hm, do I have a pack of cards anywhere?