[Eridan's not more than halfway into the pool, managing to keep his communicator from out of the water as he wades. He hears footsteps and sort of hopes that it's not John, but that's not his kind of luck, so he isn't remarkably surprised when he looks up and sees him standing there.
Fuck.]
I'm. [Nope, no, don't look at him, don't actually look at Sherlock either, just do what you're told. That new instinct has never been so reassuring.]
You can look him ovver once I get him up on the side.
[there's some kind of (in)action going on here]
Fuck.]
I'm. [Nope, no, don't look at him, don't actually look at Sherlock either, just do what you're told. That new instinct has never been so reassuring.]
You can look him ovver once I get him up on the side.