After a few moments he leans forward, elbows on his knees, and rubs his eyes with the heels of his palms.
"I don't get you," he says, quiet and hoarse. "I don't get you or Sherlock. I don't get how you can put that much faith in someone you know is a shitheel. Where does that even come from?"
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Date: 2011-09-02 10:09 pm (UTC)Auggie doesn't say anything right away.
After a few moments he leans forward, elbows on his knees, and rubs his eyes with the heels of his palms.
"I don't get you," he says, quiet and hoarse. "I don't get you or Sherlock. I don't get how you can put that much faith in someone you know is a shitheel. Where does that even come from?"