[Now that edge - he's familiar with it, even if they had only met in person so briefly before their life turned so strange.

The creeping thoughts snapped upon hearing it, like a hair across a sharp knife. Soon, he lowers his hands, shoulders rolling back.

Damnable fool, letting sentiment cloud his judgment - Sherlock chided himself]

It is admittedly a lot to take in and sort out.

[He started, eyes closing for a moment before sliding open again]

Thank you for telling me the honest truth. As for my consent, you will have it, not out of a sense of obligation -

[He raises a hand]

I believe there are practical benefits to the fact what echoes of my regeneration isn't focused entirely on what's left of your spine.