The silence that followed the man's proclamation was the loudest silence Kaitlyn had ever heard.
The doctor's eyes were wide, his face frozen in a confused expression. The man who had spoken had stood up from the couch was talking rapidly to Doctor Watson. Kaitlyn only heard bits and pieces of the rapid exchange, things like "eye color" and then something about her trench coat. To say the least, she was confused.
After a minute of the silence and the dark-haired man's hushed mutters, Kaitlyn was feeling strained. Suddenly she wished that she hadn't got the insane notion in her head to meet her father. She had probably just ruined his life. Fantastic.
With this thought in head, Kaitlyn spun around and make for the door. A hand on her shoulder made her spin back around, a flash of fear crossing her face as she stared up at the dark-haired man who'd somehow known who she was. As they shared a look, Kaitlyn began feeling a wee bit irritated; how was this guy so freakin' tall? Kaitlyn knew she was on the shorter side, but still! This man had no right to tower above her like that, though she had to admit to herself that made a pretty imposing figure.
Her irritation must have show because the absurdly tall man cracked a smile, stepping from his study of her.
"Most definitely your daughter, John," the man reinforced, and John Watson huffed a reply, taking a good look at Kaitlyn before retreating into the kitchen. By some unspoken statement, Kaitlyn knew to follow him, the tall man breezing away into the depths of the flat.
Standing in the kitchen in the returned silence made Kaitlyn feeling even more out of place. She stood silent and watched as Doctor Watson made the tea and poured it into two mugs, placing one on the table across from where he had seated himself. Indicating with his hand that she should sit, Kaitlyn dipped her head and sat in the chair, her fingers playing in the mug's handle as they sat in the quiet.
From somewhere in the flat, Kaitlyn heard a violin strike a soft note before pausing, as if taking a deep breath before plunging into a soft melody she couldn't identify.
Across from her, John Watson heaved a sigh. When she looked at him, Kaitlyn really saw him for the first time. She hadn't noticed before the stark white bandage wrapped securely around in head, or the bandages that encased two fingers on his right hand and the one on his cheek. The bright electric lights above them cast odd shadows on his face, making him look much older.
Seeing her study him, he smiled a bit.
"Sorry for Sherlock…..he hasn't much tact when it comes to socialization." A violent shriek interrupted the melody that the violinist had been playing, and Kaitlyn guessed that 'Sherlock' was the tall man. Doctor Watson glared in the direction of the frightful noise, the soft music picking back up when he turned away from the sitting room. Kaitlyn heard him mutter something along the lines of "break that bloody instrument" before he ran a hand over his face and took a sip of his tea.
"Was he wearing stilts?" Kaitlyn asked suddenly, taking a sip of her own tea as the doctor spluttered.
"W-what?"
"The dark-haired guy who is absurdly tall. 'Sherlock'."
At this John Watson laughed. "Oh, no, he's naturally that tall."
The silence came back after he answered Kaitlyn's question, hanging in the space between them like a blanket as the violin continued to play.