['"He started it" is not an acceptable response, John Hamish Watson,' Mary warns, walking over and crouching directly in front of him. John looks away to the side, and she's there a moment later.
'I'm inside your head, John. It doesn't work that way. You know you crossed a line or I wouldn't be telling you this. Take a step back. Breathe in, breathe out.'
It takes a great deal of will power not to snap that he knows how to bloody well breathe. John grits his teeth and punches the keys for his response with more force than is strictly necessary. He's agitated now, and Angel getting into the middle of things isn't helping with that.]
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'I'm inside your head, John. It doesn't work that way. You know you crossed a line or I wouldn't be telling you this. Take a step back. Breathe in, breathe out.'
It takes a great deal of will power not to snap that he knows how to bloody well breathe. John grits his teeth and punches the keys for his response with more force than is strictly necessary. He's agitated now, and Angel getting into the middle of things isn't helping with that.]
Sorry.