[ And here is that eye-rolling that makes it look like he's more annoyed than actually worried. Now that they've got that out of the way...
John pushes to a stand. The wings, pinned so tightly to his shoulders before, go lax and fold themselves loosely against his back. He gestures lightly with a hand toward the bottle. ]
We'll deal with that when you wake up.
[ Sherlock would be fine, at least so far as his body went. The mind... Well, one step at a time. That said, he moved to go back toward his room in order to get dressed enough to go out and make a quick note to the clinic staff that he was taking leave on short notice. Just like old times, that much. ]
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John pushes to a stand. The wings, pinned so tightly to his shoulders before, go lax and fold themselves loosely against his back. He gestures lightly with a hand toward the bottle. ]
We'll deal with that when you wake up.
[ Sherlock would be fine, at least so far as his body went. The mind... Well, one step at a time. That said, he moved to go back toward his room in order to get dressed enough to go out and make a quick note to the clinic staff that he was taking leave on short notice. Just like old times, that much. ]