"Well, good, I'd hate to have him mad at me." After all, John was doing his best to stay out of trouble. It'd be terrible if he failed at that. Very unbecoming.
He realized that he was stuck in a sort of... well, loop, for lack of a better word. He was forgetting the actual question - did he want to go see aliens and a dinosaur and whatever other mad things Cardiff had beneath its surface? - and he was stuck on all the small details that Sherlock usually decided didn't matter. Well, the relatively small details. "Oh, no," he said, in reference to the idea of a pterodactyl flying over Cardiff, "Can't have that. What would the neighbors think?" Okay, yes. He was definitely stuck on the small things. He really should be answering the actual question one of these days. Turning, he gave Jack a curious look. "How many hostile aliens?" He'd meant to ask "could be running around the UK," but he sort of missed that part.
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He realized that he was stuck in a sort of... well, loop, for lack of a better word. He was forgetting the actual question - did he want to go see aliens and a dinosaur and whatever other mad things Cardiff had beneath its surface? - and he was stuck on all the small details that Sherlock usually decided didn't matter. Well, the relatively small details. "Oh, no," he said, in reference to the idea of a pterodactyl flying over Cardiff, "Can't have that. What would the neighbors think?" Okay, yes. He was definitely stuck on the small things. He really should be answering the actual question one of these days. Turning, he gave Jack a curious look. "How many hostile aliens?" He'd meant to ask "could be running around the UK," but he sort of missed that part.