[Do whatever you feel necessary, detective. He will return to his ship to further inspect the gift of coffee beans in the privacy of his plant room. Every bit of those coffee beans will eventually be used and eaten in the coming days. A satisfaction, that will likely remain unspoken.]
[ Arriving in front of his apartment on the second floor of the Surasthana Cafe, Sherlock unlocks his door, closes it behind him, and slides down until he sits on the ground. There is a lesson in this, he thinks. He's gotten too used to people's company. He'll always be the odd one out and left alone in the end. And in a few days...
Sherlock pulls his knees to his chest. Damn it. Goddamn it. ]
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Sherlock pulls his knees to his chest. Damn it. Goddamn it. ]