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So things got awkward and Auggie moved his stuff back out of the Stark household into Milliways.

And he's been totally fine with it. Honestly. It's been kind of a relief not to have to keep such a close eye on himself the last three or four days. Milliways is kind of anxiety-inducing, but less anxiety inducing than living in a house with those two young men.

Of course, he misses the easy camaraderie. But it's not like this is the first time he valued safety over friendship.

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seeagreatergood

"That makes a twisted kind of sense, I guess."

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if_inconvenient

"The kind of sense it makes is hardly twisted."

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seeagreatergood

"In a 'you can always trust a dishonest man to be dishonest' kind of way?"

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if_inconvenient

"Oh, no," he says quite seriously, "never that. You're not dishonest, Auggie. You lie for a reason, when you lie. That is another of the reasons why I trust you."

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seeagreatergood

He raises his eyebrows.

"Do you deduce the reasons, too? --No, never mind." He waves a hand. "Let's not go down the road of me asking you what you've deduced about me again."

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if_inconvenient

"As you like," he says, leaning back a little in his seat.

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seeagreatergood

"You're being very non-pushy."

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if_inconvenient

"Yes," Sherlock agrees, "I am. Would you rather I stopped?"

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seeagreatergood

"I don't know. It just doesn't seem like you."

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if_inconvenient

"What a kind thought," he says dryly. "I am trying not to push, as you say, because I know your expressed preference in certain matters and I don't believe it would be right to try to convince you otherwise. And I really am sorry I touched you without warning."

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seeagreatergood

". . . Maybe," slowly, "you should tell me what else you've deduced."

Because what stresses Auggie out is not Sherlock touching him without permission.

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if_inconvenient

"I would rather not go into detail in public, if it's all the same to you."

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seeagreatergood

Auggie's pretty sure his heart skips a beat.

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if_inconvenient

There is a dry smile in Sherlock's voice when he continues, "My room? I won't push."

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seeagreatergood

"Jesus, Sherlock--"

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if_inconvenient

"I want to talk to you where we will absolutely not under any circumstances be overheard. That is all."

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seeagreatergood

"Christ."

He closes his eyes, take a breath. There is no fucking reason a conversation should be as frightening as an op. Not even with Sherlock.

If Sherlock wanted to blackmail him, Auggie reminds himself, they would have had this conversation a while ago. And there is technically nothing illegal about getting turned on by eighteen-year-olds who use safewords, and Sherlock doesn't have access to anyone from Auggie's world in any case. And besides, the idea of Sherlock blackmailing anyone is absurd.

(He still feels nervous.)

"Okay. Lead the way."

But he'll be keeping his hands to himself.

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if_inconvenient

He stands up and offers Auggie his arm, touching his fingertips to the back of Auggie's hand as a convenient way to locate him.

So there's that.

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seeagreatergood

Auggie picks up his cane from the table and unfolds it, then pick up his book, leaving him exactly no hands free to take Sherlock's arm.

"I'm good."

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if_inconvenient

"All right."

Making no comment on the circumstances, he leads Auggie to the stairs. And he is leading; he's making the amount of noise a normal human makes. Sherlock only ever does that on purpose.

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seeagreatergood

Yep.

Auggie knows that that, if anything, is a sign of Sherry caring about him.

Maybe that's why this whole thing scares him.

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if_inconvenient

It's not far to his room, but there are a lot of turns once they reach the third floor.

When he opens the door, the space on the other side is small. Even smaller than Sherlock's room at home, and that is already the smallest bedroom in the house.