[There's a very long pause on the reply. John's tempted to just agree and be done with it, but he'd made a promise to try to be better than that.]
It's not as bad as some of those, no, but probably worse in other ways. I thought I was going mad, Buck. Every time Sherlock touched me or redirected me, it's like time just... stopped. I didn't know what was happening. I knew there was time missing, but sometimes I couldn't even tell how much. Or I'd find myself in a different spot.
[He's surprised at the elaboration, but perhaps a bit pleased too. He can see how it might have been worse now, at least for someone who isn't him. Although the losing time and being redirected would have messed with his head too.]
Seems like he could have stopped doing it, just followed you instead, so that didn't happen.
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[Admittedly.]
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[He'd actually quite enjoy it, a whole town of solitude.]
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It's not as bad as some of those, no, but probably worse in other ways. I thought I was going mad, Buck. Every time Sherlock touched me or redirected me, it's like time just... stopped. I didn't know what was happening. I knew there was time missing, but sometimes I couldn't even tell how much. Or I'd find myself in a different spot.
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Seems like he could have stopped doing it, just followed you instead, so that didn't happen.
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[He's maybe a little pissed off about that still.]
Anyway, headed for the wall. I'll let you know if anything works.
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Don't die again, idiot.
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[And he loves you, too, Bucky.]
Talk to you later.
[For once it's John hanging up.]