Victor quirked an eyebrow as his gaze volleyed back and forth between Sherlock and John. “I never thought I’d see the day,” he teased.
Sherlock coughed and cleared his throat again. “Yes, well,” he glanced over at John and smirked with one side of his mouth. “Neither did I.”
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That Partitioning of the Things of Youth by wearitcounts
Summary:
Victor Trevor is in town and nobody’s happy.
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