⁺˚*･༓☾ 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘
--- ( 𝙎𝙃𝙀𝙍𝙇𝙊𝘾𝙆 𝙃𝙊𝙇𝙈𝙀𝙎 )
❝ can you keep me close?
can you love me most? ❞
𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛- an optimist believing he's seen the most of broken bones and tattered smiles moves to london and realizes j...
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— DANIEL EVANS HAD NEVER BEEN TO A CRIME SCENE. Which, when he thought about it, was probably a very good thing.
They trio of men stepped out of the taxi. Directly in front of them, lights of red and blue flashed against their faces and lit the world around them.
John dealt with the taxi while Danny became adjusted to the brightness and noise, the disorientation hitting him so hard he didn't even notice when Sherlock wrapped an arm around his shoulder and pulled him towards the lights, John picking up the pace and joining them.
"Did I get anything wrong?" Sherlock spoke over Danny's head to reach John's ears.
"Harry and me don't get on, never have." John confirmed. "Clara and Harry split up three months ago and they're getting a divorce, and Harry is a drinker." He continued.
Sherlock looked mildly surprised, "Spot on, then. I didn't expect to be right about everything."
John interrupted him, "Harry's short for Harriet."
Danny was somewhat curious to see how Sherlock would react to the mention of a gay couple and was pleased when Sherlock didn't seem at all that phased.
"Harry's your sister." He said, in disappointed fashion.
"Look, what exactly am I supposed to be doing here-"
"Sister!" Sherlock exclaimed.
"No, seriously, what am I doing here-"
"There's always something." Sherlock said, before looking at Danny, somehow not noticing that his arm was still over the man's shoulders.
The lights weren't as bright to Danny now, and he could see properly and walk properly by himself- but Sherlock was warm so he didn't say anything.
"What about you, Danny, did I get anything wrong with you?" Sherlock asked.
"Yeah." Danny said, finally shrugging away from Sherlock's warm presence. "That friend in America isn't going to die." He stated stubbornly.
He wasn't mad at Sherlock- in any way- he was more mad that his statement was true. He just didn't want to believe it.
"Hello, freak!" A woman's voice caught his ears, and Danny looked up to see the source standing at the bright yellow police tape.
