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They go home after a couple of days, without incident. The colors in Bell's hair are fading, albeit incompletely.
A bit later, when there is not the question of whether Sherlock can accompany her unnoticed, Tony finds a door and in they go.
Other Sherlock - whether this is their other Sherlock or some other other Sherlock, Bell cannot be immediately sure - is in the main bar area. Bell waves!
she_sells_seashells
bitofafiction
He recognizes Bell and waves back with a smile, so it is likely to be one that she's met, yes.
Also he comes over to distribute hugs to all three of them.
Also he comes over to distribute hugs to all three of them.
she_sells_seashells
Hugs are nice and Bell approves. When her hands are free, she catches one of her Sherlock's with one of hers, because handholding is also nice. "How're you doing?" she asks Other Sherlock.
bitofafiction
"I continue to breathe," he says lightly, stepping back and looking between her and Tony.
"...Sorry," he says, blinking, "is there a reason you're not having sex yet?"
"...Sorry," he says, blinking, "is there a reason you're not having sex yet?"
ferratus
Tony blinks right back.
"Because... she doesn't... want to...?" He looks at Bell. "Wait, do you?"
"Because... she doesn't... want to...?" He looks at Bell. "Wait, do you?"
ferratus
"Help me out here," says Tony. "Is this a conversation we should be having, or should we all forget it never happened and go get hot chocolate?"
she_sells_seashells
"So, this is awkward," remarks Bell, squeezing her Sherlock's hand hard and making no eye contact with anyone.
ferratus
"Yep," Tony agrees. "I think we should all get hot chocolate and then go somewhere. Like back home. Or somebody's room."
she_sells_seashells
Bell sits on her bed.
She looks at her mug, and takes a sip, and then pulls her recorder out of her pocket and mutters an authorization to it and hands it to Sherlock and looks at her mug again.
She looks at her mug, and takes a sip, and then pulls her recorder out of her pocket and mutters an authorization to it and hands it to Sherlock and looks at her mug again.
