Sherlock... [John lurches toward the other man, grabbing for him. Not so much for a hug as to just try to convince himself that he's real, not another hallucination. But with as vivid as John knows his experiences to be, he's not certain what could convince him apart from some sort of... outside evidence. Pictures.]
I need your picture.
[Mary hadn't turned up in any of those before after she'd died. He pulls away and grabs for his tablet, aiming it at Sherlock and snapping a photo. It's only once he has that proof in hand that John feels his knees go weak for emotion, and he leans back against the wall for support, head thumping softly against it.]
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I need your picture.
[Mary hadn't turned up in any of those before after she'd died. He pulls away and grabs for his tablet, aiming it at Sherlock and snapping a photo. It's only once he has that proof in hand that John feels his knees go weak for emotion, and he leans back against the wall for support, head thumping softly against it.]
How long? You've been here the whole time?