( His guest glances from the clock to the desk - fast movements, going directly for the drawer and looking pleased to find what he'd been expecting. Sherlock follows that entire scene from beginning to end, realising quite belatedly that by letting this man into his flat, he's set loose some rather vast potential for destruction. Dangerous, surely, but interesting as quite obviously, all his items are loaded with history, years and years of hours, minutes, seconds. A key to un-locking time itself, too, going backwards.
How apropos for a man of his prior occupation. )
Possibly not.
( He doesn't deny it, of course. There's no need - it's not wrong but it's not exactly true, either, which suits the opaqueness of this whole situation neatly. Rather, he rises from the chair, takes the candle with him and crosses over to the desk, pausing next to the other and placing the candle on the surface next to the clock. Carefully, he pulls out a chair, pushes what's on it (old notes, a map of London from 1974, cigarette butts) to the floor in a heap and takes a seat. )
I'm sure we both understand how showing off can take precedence.
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How apropos for a man of his prior occupation. )
Possibly not.
( He doesn't deny it, of course. There's no need - it's not wrong but it's not exactly true, either, which suits the opaqueness of this whole situation neatly. Rather, he rises from the chair, takes the candle with him and crosses over to the desk, pausing next to the other and placing the candle on the surface next to the clock. Carefully, he pulls out a chair, pushes what's on it (old notes, a map of London from 1974, cigarette butts) to the floor in a heap and takes a seat. )
I'm sure we both understand how showing off can take precedence.