He actually laughed, then- which, all things considered, wasn't the most of of character reaction, he supposed. "God no," he chuckled, trying not to imagine how twitchy and uncomfortable Sherlock would most likely be, forced to watch rather than be personally able to fix the situation. "You saw how he was just thinking about me needing stitching up. He gets- you'd find it hard to work, let's just put it that way. I can handle it, Joan, I've had worse. You'll just have to ignore me if I start humming bloody Jerusalem."
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