[John's assessment seems plausible. His mind was there, too. And it only stays on that thought when Booth speaks.
The changes are subtle, but John's familiarity with the detective might catch them. Sherlock, never one for poor posture anyway, draws himself up taller. His hand flexes at his side, and an undeniable tension coils every muscle. Because those words freeze his blood.
"Tell me you didn't fall for that."
Moriarty's poison. Affirmation of what he needs to do. He knows the answer, but he's going to make Booth say it.]
What is it you think Doctor Brennan [formal now, a further reflection of the anxiety and paranoia the criminal mastermind managed to plant deep in his mind] has fallen for, Agent Booth?
[Another American agent is in his mind. Another man with a gun like Booth's. A man who had threatened two people he wouldn't tolerate seeing hurt.
...He's not sure whose temper he's more worried about, given the answer he expects from Booth: John's or his.]
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The changes are subtle, but John's familiarity with the detective might catch them. Sherlock, never one for poor posture anyway, draws himself up taller. His hand flexes at his side, and an undeniable tension coils every muscle. Because those words freeze his blood.
"Tell me you didn't fall for that."
Moriarty's poison. Affirmation of what he needs to do. He knows the answer, but he's going to make Booth say it.]
What is it you think Doctor Brennan [formal now, a further reflection of the anxiety and paranoia the criminal mastermind managed to plant deep in his mind] has fallen for, Agent Booth?
[Another American agent is in his mind. Another man with a gun like Booth's. A man who had threatened two people he wouldn't tolerate seeing hurt.
...He's not sure whose temper he's more worried about, given the answer he expects from Booth: John's or his.]