[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: 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?