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Silence stretched between the two men.
They had never really been friends. There was no understanding between them. How could Order make sense Rebellion, or Action comprehend Idleness? Now, the one thing that had united them was gone—they were nothing more than opposing forces.
The weaker force yielded first.
"I didn't think you would want to see me."
"I don't," the other man replied simply.
And once more, silence reigned.
"Understand, Dr. Watson, that I am not used to having my time wasted. I am making allowances for grief, but my patience is wearing thin. You came here for a purpose. What is it that you want?"
John was silent for a long moment before replying.
"Your brother's death was your fault," he said bluntly. "I'm angry about that. I expect I'll be angry for a long time. But I've seen what you've done, what you're doing. His name has been cleared, and by Anderson and Donovan, no less. Greg's credit cards work fine, except when he tries to by liquor. And all of Mrs. Hudson's bills have disappeared. I know you're doing that, and I'm grateful, and… hating you isn't doing me any good. So… I don't. Hate you."
With that, John stood abruptly and left.
Relief flooded his chest as he finally let himself forgive both Holmes brothers.
AN: Hi. I've been off getting married. Back now :) I'm going to finish this story and start on a new one in the same style, but with more dialogue and action. Enjoy!