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Bell closes her eyes and looks.

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Sherlock's mind is—still, but not silent. She perceives. She notes every movement in her field of vision, catalogues the pressure of Bell's fingers on her shoulder, maintains a constant awareness of nearby sounds and passing scents. She is motionlessly alert.

Most of her affect-greys are neutral middle tones. Every fragment of thought or sensation connected to Bell is white.
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Bell is instantly seized with a need to hug her. She makes no effort to deny this need.

"I love you," she sighs into Sherlock's ear.
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"I love you too," she says, grinning and hugging back.

This is what she meant when she called Bell a continual epiphany: this feeling like the satisfaction when you set the last piece of a puzzle in its place, multiplied and extended and carrying on into eternity.
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Bell pokes at that.

She doesn't stop hugging Sherlock for a while.
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Stella slips off into the unoccupied bedroom; it's backwards, but they seem like they might not want supervision.

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