Date: 2012-05-03 07:00 am (UTC)
He steps forward to meet Sherlock instead, looks up and meets that gaze and lets it trap him, and God, there was never any hope for him, was there? Not when defeat can feel so much like coming home.

Absolutely devastating and absolutely gorgeous.
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