[Damn it, John. Sherlock doesn't respond for nearly half a minute, staring at the wall as he thought for a way around this. But it seems fate isn't with him. Maybe it's right, he doesn't deserve the selfish succour of friendship after what he's done.]
No, I'm frightened of you learning the truth. I will lose you.
[He glares at the word 'frightened' as if it personally betrayed him.]
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No, I'm frightened of you learning the truth. I will lose you.
[He glares at the word 'frightened' as if it personally betrayed him.]