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[jumpthegun]

[You're giving a flat look to an animated skull on a gun's handle, Alfie. This is what your life has come to.]

It feels good, but it's not sexual. Don't be weird. It's the same sort of 'good' I get when Sherlock runs me 'round on a case.

[devoutish]

Mmmm.

[As he considers this, he heads towards the pile of throwing rocks.]

[jumpthegun]

Oh, come on. You know it's not sexual with me and Sherlock.

[devoutish]

I believe you, mate. I'm giving it a think, that's all.

[Trying to decide if going through with it would be an interesting experiment... or if it would be enabling.]

[jumpthegun]

You have to think about shooting a gun? Really?

[devoutish]

When that gun is a person that ought not to be one, yeah, I do. I don't wanna encourage all this.

[jumpthegun]

You're already here to make a wish. What exactly is it encouraging when you've already made up your mind not to help me fight Law or talk to my meis- to Sherlock?

[devoutish]

It would put the fucking nail in the fucking coffin, is what it would do. But--

[On the other hand...]

But I suppose there's no harm in giving you this, given all the rest. Yeah.

[And with that, he swings his gun arm up and fires one smooth, clean shot, clear across the pond.]

[jumpthegun]

[A bright ball of white light explodes from the end of the barrel and flies until it hits a tree in the distance, blasting off one of the larger limbs. As far as shots go, that's the best one he's felt so far. It sends a bolt of excitement through the Weapon and he all but hums in Alfie's grip, radiating excitement and pleasure.]

Go on and go again! That was great, Alfie!

[On Alfie's end, he might be able to feel the power flow through him with the shot, but it shouldn't be unpleasant, more like a wash of heat and exhilaration.]

[devoutish]

Nope. One and done.

[Even if it did feel awesome. He sets Watson down on the ground gently enough (he isn't sure how quickly the change back will take hold, but suddenly holding a fully-grown man in one hand doesn't sound like something that would work out so well), and picks up a rock.]

I wish for John Watson to go back to as he should be.

[He tosses the rock into the pond.]

[jumpthegun]

[Reluctantly, John transforms back to his human form and watches the rock sink into the water. Several seconds pass and absolutely nothing happens.]

Hmm... usually takes a day or so, I'm pretty sure.

[devoutish]

All the same, it's better for me not to have to carry you back.

[He rubs his chin thoughtfully, considering John.]

It's been a while since I've shot a gun, you know. Yeah.

[jumpthegun]

Did you... enjoy it?

[Was it as good for you as it was for him, Alfie?]

[devoutish]

Not so much as you did, and I'm not gonna do it again.

[jumpthegun]

[Spoilsport. John doesn't pout, but he looks close to doing it.]

Let's go to the clinic. If you want something to help you sleep, it'll be there. Everything else... That's more Milla's area.

[devoutish]

I don't know Milla well. What does she do?

[jumpthegun]

She's a therapist. A proper one. Talks to people about things like this and how to fix them. Or tries to do that, anyway.

[John's attempts with her at therapy hadn't gone terribly well. But he'd also been incredibly reticent, which hadn't helped.]

[devoutish]

Mm-- I don't think much of therapy with strangers.

[jumpthegun]

[John can't really blame him.]

Yeah... you could get to know her, maybe? She's nice enough. Sweet, really. Psychic, though.

[devoutish]

That bothers me less than it bothers you.

[But it also isn't a trait he'd want in a therapist.]

[jumpthegun]

But it still bothers you. [Just pointing that out.] I can try to see if there are some therapy books, if you'd like, train myself up, but it's not something I'm particularly good at, Alfie. Wish there was some sort of therapist from Norfinbury. They'd have the best idea of how to handle things if they went through it, too.

[devoutish]

Mm. Really, I'd been hoping you might have some sort of medical thing that would help. I'll just have to give it time, I suppose.

[jumpthegun]

Head stuff's a lot harder to cure with just medication. You could maybe talk to Zephyr about wishing for your hands not to shake? But that's not really dealing with what's causing it.

[devoutish]

[Alfie shakes his head, firmly.]

No, mate, I like that idea less than therapy. But if there's nothing medical to be done about it--

[Then he'll just keep working on it on his own, trying to relax and de-stress as much as he can.]

[jumpthegun]

Well, you've got a nice bathhouse, at least? Somewhere to stay. Maybe go to the butterfly garden at the museum? Or take a holiday to the islands. I'll lend you my boat, if you like.