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[Something in him bristles, thinking of Pierce, thinking of a character from a movie who is not real, either. But John doesn't snarl or snap like he might have years ago when he was younger. For now. It takes a bit more to outwardly rile him.]

Not that I'm aware, no, but Sherlock's death price was the loss of his short term memory last time and it didn't seem like he'd lost anything to himself, either. Just double-checking.

[circumsutus]

If you don't have one, you should make an announcement. It would be abnormal.

[jumpthegun]

[You have no idea what the loss is. There's something there. Do you want to risk anyone figuring it out?

Not particularly, but it is important if he doesn't have a loss.]

Al didn't have a loss the first time he came back.

[He thinks. Maybe. John vaguely recalls a conversation to that effect.

He was dead for weeks, John. You've been gone a few days.]

All right. If I do have one, suppose it might be easier to figure out talking to people.

When should I expect you at the aquarium?

[circumsutus]

Three days.

[circumsutus]

The admin requires your confirmation for behavior modification.

[jumpthegun]

[Okay, let's review the reasons not to do this, Mary insists, standing in front of John once more. I'm pretty sure that's five of them right off the top.]

Fine.

[John.]

I've already broken promises...

[Oh, do not start in on the self-pity, John Watson.]