[ flat is somewhat startled when moriarty puts an arm on his shoulder, and he looks up at him with a lost and confused expression. the grip on the sheets loosen as he realizes what he was doing and recognizes his own emotions.

hm. ]

If you say so. [ although he doesn't completely agree with it himself, flat finds himself nodding to moriarty's reasoning. perhaps that was easier than continuing to stress about it on his own. ]

However, you can't let yourself get caught like that again, Professor! What if you die for real the next time!?