[Alright, this behavior is becoming downright erratic. Something feels off here, beyond what can be explained by reticence born of emotional constipation. Stephen glances at Sherlock's palm when he turns it upward, catches sight of a series of scratches that only just resolve themselves into letters from his perspective.]
The hell did you do to yourself?
[Just going to shift over to get a better look at that.]
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The hell did you do to yourself?
[Just going to shift over to get a better look at that.]