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[ailes_dor]

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[dadstrade]

Not when we have privacy, no.

Is this where you're going to try to convince me to leave work early?

[ailes_dor]

or at least the illusion of it, considering who has the room along the hall.

Hmmm, I suppose it is about that time isn't it? But I'm not naked yet. I've still got one of your shirts on.

[dadstrade]

The walls aren't that thin.

And nothing else, I presume.

[ailes_dor]

That doesn't make a difference with Sherlock. He deducts things, you know he does. Some things... horribly accurately.

How did you guess? Guilty as charged. Come arrest me.

[dadstrade]

I know. He can keep his observations to himself, honestly.

It wouldn't really be fair to arrest you without any evidence.

[ailes_dor]

You know he can't do that. It's impossible for him.

Come and take all the evidence you like. I could send you a picture?


[ And a few moments later there's a picture of the shirt tails of the borrowed shirt just touching the back of Gabriel's thighs. It's pretty tasteful, in comparison to the other pictures Gabriel has sent in the past. ]

[dadstrade]

He really can.

[ When it suits him, he keeps all sorts of things to himself. Greg would rather not get into that right now, though.

That picture is subtle compared to the usual. ]

I'd say that's enough probable cause for a search.

[ailes_dor]

You'll have to teach me how to shut him up.

[ It is, isn't it? Gabriel can show restraint]

You probably should check I've got nothing up my sleeves.

[ He doesn't add could be armed after that. Sleeves. Arms. It's a great joke but completely unsexy. See? Restraint again!]

[dadstrade]

I spent years trying to get him to talk. Apparently that's effective.

[ It's impressive that Sherlock can still ruin a mood even when he's not a part of the conversation. Ugh. ]

I suppose I should.

[ailes_dor]

[Aaaand maybe Gabriel should have dropped Sherlock as a topic of conversation several minutes ago. Oh well.]

Or you can just come over and have a rest? I can torment you any time. Not everyone gets their own personalised demon. Angel-demon. Whatever.

[dadstrade]

[ Probably. Gabriel wouldn't have any way of knowing that Greg had one of those frustrating - and worrying - conversations with Sherlock earlier, though. ]

Angel. You don't torment me, Gabe.

[ailes_dor]

[ No, he doesn't. But Sherlock lives in the same house. If you didn't have that sort of conversation with him once every couple of days something would be weird. ]

Should I wear your shirts and nothing else more often then? Honestly I can try harder :P

[dadstrade]

[ Usually those conversations don't involve talking about dead bees and vaguely threatening anonymous notes. Actually lately Sherlock has been even more reclusive than normal, as far as Greg can tell, which isn't helping anything.

That's not something he wants to talk about right now, obviously. ]

If you're trying to torment me, I think you may be going about it the wrong way.

[ailes_dor]

[ Gabriel doesn't know anything about that. But it does sound like something weird out of Gulliver's Travels.]

You think so? What if I didn't let you touch? Would that count?

[dadstrade]

For how long?