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[wealldosillythings]

I'm serious. This isn't a game!

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Rusty Sherlock is SO rusty.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Well, if it's not a game, then what is it?

[Sorry, everything is a game to Sherlock. It's what always causes him trouble.]

[tigerjack]

(shrugs)

No one listens.

[brothersgrimm]

Isn't it?

ditto for Molly

[wealldosillythings]

It's...real life! With actual consequences. Not just for you, but the people around you.

Oh, good, we'll voicetest again together :)

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

If the people around me can't take care of themselves, then they should know better than to be around me.

[He knows better, but putting the responsibility on everyone else is easier than dealing with the emotion of attachment.]

[wealldosillythings]

[She frowns, speaking with an edge to her voice now.]

Or maybe you should know better. We can take care of ourselves just fine. It's YOU who needs looking after.

What affects you affects the rest of us, so if you go head-first into danger without any regard for yourself... [She pauses, fingers briefly fidgeting as she reaches for words.]

..if you end up dead, for real this time, John will never forgive himself. Or you.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

If that happens because of stupidity, I wouldn't expect him to.

[He purses his lips.]

Why isn't it enough that I try to save the lives of my friends?

[There's just the tiniest hint at frustration in his tone. But it's mostly calm.]

[wealldosillythings]

[That question gives her pause. Her voice softens.]

Do...we expect too much of you? Is that it?

[She glances down to her hands, then slides then into her coat pockets.] Friendship, any relationship, really, is a two-way street, Sherlock. Saving lives, saving your friends' lives....those are good things. But you can't reasonably expect your friends not to do the same for you.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

[He exhales slowly.]

That's not what I meant.

[Why do emotions have to be so hard to talk about.]

You sounded angry because of the ways that I try to save everyone's life.

[Only Sherlock should know by now that wasn't what she was angry about. His voice grows soft, more in mimic of hers, than because of any understanding of emotional stuff.]

If they do the same as me, they're idiots. I'm not worth it.

[Well, more accurately, he's only worth it when he is successful at saving and protecting them.]

[wealldosillythings]

[She shakes her head.]

No, THAT is what makes me angry, Sherlock. When you say things like that, acting like your own life isn't worth as much as everyone else's. What makes me more angry is I think you believe it.

[highfunctioning_sociopath]

Then stop thinking.

[Because he does believe it. She can blame Mycroft for that.]

It's the brain that counts, nothing else matters.