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[Checking and rechecking his apartment's lock.]

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[Sherlock's watching over his shoulder, looking curious and vaguely disdainful. He tuts softly.] No, no, no.

[The apartment is secure; Christian knows this. However, there is something in his mind that can't accept it. Not until he's checked, re-checked, and checked again. It's a dangerous pattern, but he feels powerless to stop it. Which is why he is so oblivious to the presence of another person. Only when Sherlock speaks does Christian take notice -- nearly jumping halfway out of his skin.]

Jesus!

No. Sherlock Holmes. I wouldn't worry about the lock, if I were you.

[He's fairly certain from the repetitive nature of the other man's movements that this is a compulsion. He's also fairly certain that means he should be nice and not point out the fact that really, if someone wanted to get in, they'd break a window or find some other way in- he can pick out four separate ways it could be entered, but he'd the kind of person constantly scoping out exits and entrances and weak spots. As observant as he may be of other people's vulnerabilities, it hasn't yet occurred to him that this is probably a compulsion of his own.]

[It takes more time than it should for Christian to get around to comprehending the introduction. Wildly startled by the presence of someone he didn't know was there, his first reaction is to want to turn straight back to the apartment's door and give the knob another tug. Just to make sure, especially now that he knows he's being watched. The defensive stance he has taken on was just as immediate. Legs apart, shoulders squared, and with his right hand slightly up. His left remains down, but the long white cane he holds in it is being gripped with white knuckles. After a few seconds, he does relax.]

I'm sorry, you startled me. I didn't realize I wasn't alone.

[Sherlock's watching over his shoulder, looking curious and vaguely disdainful. He tuts softly.] No, no, no.

[The apartment is secure; Christian knows this. However, there is something in his mind that can't accept it. Not until he's checked, re-checked, and checked again. It's a dangerous pattern, but he feels powerless to stop it. Which is why he is so oblivious to the presence of another person. Only when Sherlock speaks does Christian take notice -- nearly jumping halfway out of his skin.]

Jesus!

No. Sherlock Holmes. I wouldn't worry about the lock, if I were you.

[He's fairly certain from the repetitive nature of the other man's movements that this is a compulsion. He's also fairly certain that means he should be nice and not point out the fact that really, if someone wanted to get in, they'd break a window or find some other way in- he can pick out four separate ways it could be entered, but he'd the kind of person constantly scoping out exits and entrances and weak spots. As observant as he may be of other people's vulnerabilities, it hasn't yet occurred to him that this is probably a compulsion of his own.]

[It takes more time than it should for Christian to get around to comprehending the introduction. Wildly startled by the presence of someone he didn't know was there, his first reaction is to want to turn straight back to the apartment's door and give the knob another tug. Just to make sure, especially now that he knows he's being watched. The defensive stance he has taken on was just as immediate. Legs apart, shoulders squared, and with his right hand slightly up. His left remains down, but the long white cane he holds in it is being gripped with white knuckles. After a few seconds, he does relax.]

I'm sorry, you startled me. I didn't realize I wasn't alone.

[Sherlock's watching over his shoulder, looking curious and vaguely disdainful. He tuts softly.] No, no, no.

[The apartment is secure; Christian knows this. However, there is something in his mind that can't accept it. Not until he's checked, re-checked, and checked again. It's a dangerous pattern, but he feels powerless to stop it. Which is why he is so oblivious to the presence of another person. Only when Sherlock speaks does Christian take notice -- nearly jumping halfway out of his skin.]

Jesus!

No. Sherlock Holmes. I wouldn't worry about the lock, if I were you.

[He's fairly certain from the repetitive nature of the other man's movements that this is a compulsion. He's also fairly certain that means he should be nice and not point out the fact that really, if someone wanted to get in, they'd break a window or find some other way in- he can pick out four separate ways it could be entered, but he'd the kind of person constantly scoping out exits and entrances and weak spots. As observant as he may be of other people's vulnerabilities, it hasn't yet occurred to him that this is probably a compulsion of his own.]

[It takes more time than it should for Christian to get around to comprehending the introduction. Wildly startled by the presence of someone he didn't know was there, his first reaction is to want to turn straight back to the apartment's door and give the knob another tug. Just to make sure, especially now that he knows he's being watched. The defensive stance he has taken on was just as immediate. Legs apart, shoulders squared, and with his right hand slightly up. His left remains down, but the long white cane he holds in it is being gripped with white knuckles. After a few seconds, he does relax.]

I'm sorry, you startled me. I didn't realize I wasn't alone.

[Sherlock's watching over his shoulder, looking curious and vaguely disdainful. He tuts softly.] No, no, no.

[The apartment is secure; Christian knows this. However, there is something in his mind that can't accept it. Not until he's checked, re-checked, and checked again. It's a dangerous pattern, but he feels powerless to stop it. Which is why he is so oblivious to the presence of another person. Only when Sherlock speaks does Christian take notice -- nearly jumping halfway out of his skin.]

Jesus!

No. Sherlock Holmes. I wouldn't worry about the lock, if I were you.

[He's fairly certain from the repetitive nature of the other man's movements that this is a compulsion. He's also fairly certain that means he should be nice and not point out the fact that really, if someone wanted to get in, they'd break a window or find some other way in- he can pick out four separate ways it could be entered, but he'd the kind of person constantly scoping out exits and entrances and weak spots. As observant as he may be of other people's vulnerabilities, it hasn't yet occurred to him that this is probably a compulsion of his own.]

[It takes more time than it should for Christian to get around to comprehending the introduction. Wildly startled by the presence of someone he didn't know was there, his first reaction is to want to turn straight back to the apartment's door and give the knob another tug. Just to make sure, especially now that he knows he's being watched. The defensive stance he has taken on was just as immediate. Legs apart, shoulders squared, and with his right hand slightly up. His left remains down, but the long white cane he holds in it is being gripped with white knuckles. After a few seconds, he does relax.]

I'm sorry, you startled me. I didn't realize I wasn't alone.

[Sherlock's watching over his shoulder, looking curious and vaguely disdainful. He tuts softly.] No, no, no.

[The apartment is secure; Christian knows this. However, there is something in his mind that can't accept it. Not until he's checked, re-checked, and checked again. It's a dangerous pattern, but he feels powerless to stop it. Which is why he is so oblivious to the presence of another person. Only when Sherlock speaks does Christian take notice -- nearly jumping halfway out of his skin.]

Jesus!

No. Sherlock Holmes. I wouldn't worry about the lock, if I were you.

[He's fairly certain from the repetitive nature of the other man's movements that this is a compulsion. He's also fairly certain that means he should be nice and not point out the fact that really, if someone wanted to get in, they'd break a window or find some other way in- he can pick out four separate ways it could be entered, but he'd the kind of person constantly scoping out exits and entrances and weak spots. As observant as he may be of other people's vulnerabilities, it hasn't yet occurred to him that this is probably a compulsion of his own.]

[It takes more time than it should for Christian to get around to comprehending the introduction. Wildly startled by the presence of someone he didn't know was there, his first reaction is to want to turn straight back to the apartment's door and give the knob another tug. Just to make sure, especially now that he knows he's being watched. The defensive stance he has taken on was just as immediate. Legs apart, shoulders squared, and with his right hand slightly up. His left remains down, but the long white cane he holds in it is being gripped with white knuckles. After a few seconds, he does relax.]

I'm sorry, you startled me. I didn't realize I wasn't alone.

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