[John's expression is pure confusion as he looks up at Bucky, then back down at Undertaker, who now seems set to start sobbing on his leg. The joke was bad, but it wasn't-]
He can't laugh.
[The insight hits him like a bolt, the pieces slotting into place. Is this what it feels like for Sherlock constantly? There's a momentary (very momentary) pleasure at having got it before he's frowning once more.]
Mr. Undertaker, calm down. Is that it? You can't laugh right now?
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He can't laugh.
[The insight hits him like a bolt, the pieces slotting into place. Is this what it feels like for Sherlock constantly? There's a momentary (very momentary) pleasure at having got it before he's frowning once more.]
Mr. Undertaker, calm down. Is that it? You can't laugh right now?