Sherlock scowls as he slides his violin case into his chest.
"We're not together, Tony. We're not going to get together. What happened was a mistake. We're not going to speak of it after this. It's just... something to be forgotten." Much as it hurt his chest to believe so.
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"We're not together, Tony. We're not going to get together. What happened was a mistake. We're not going to speak of it after this. It's just... something to be forgotten." Much as it hurt his chest to believe so.