“i don’t have friends…i’ve just got one” like seriously if someone said that to you in real life and they just happened to be the same someone you had spent the last year-ish trying not to wank yourself to death over in a stew of hormones that has you google searching whether soulmates are real at 3 a.m. while he plays you a lullaby downstairs on his fucking violin bc you had ninety seconds of a nightmare, what would you even do. what do you even do with that. implode on the spot? spontaneously combust? honestly by the fact that he got through that alive, john watson is a powerful man and deserves to be feared
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