Don't panic was easy enough to say to someone who wasn't getting dragged into -- whatever the fuck this was. Having a hand clamped over his mouth didn't fucking help, either, but exhaustion meant that whatever instinctive struggle he'd made against Sherlock's grip was short-lived.
The kick of his heart was furious, making the wound in his shoulder throb while the police swept into the alley. The roar of blood in his ears was like white noise, drowning out all other sound. Any minute now, he thought, he was going to get called out. Any minute now, he was screwed.
His breath was shallow and quick against Sherlock's fingers, waiting for a fight that never came. They swept through, and though his shoulders didn't relax, there was a huff that might have been like a sigh of relief.
Now that they weren't in danger of imminent discovery, though, he had time to worry about other things, like how familiar that voice was.
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The kick of his heart was furious, making the wound in his shoulder throb while the police swept into the alley. The roar of blood in his ears was like white noise, drowning out all other sound. Any minute now, he thought, he was going to get called out. Any minute now, he was screwed.
His breath was shallow and quick against Sherlock's fingers, waiting for a fight that never came. They swept through, and though his shoulders didn't relax, there was a huff that might have been like a sigh of relief.
Now that they weren't in danger of imminent discovery, though, he had time to worry about other things, like how familiar that voice was.