[John resists the urge to flinch away from the looming vampire with no concept of personal space. He's not scared, not truly. Maybe vampires are formidable creatures at full strength but this one is a staggering mess at the moment and John just watched him pull a steak knife out of his body and hardly walk away from it so they obviously aren't invincible.
The steak knife is who knows where, but John's got his gun handy and he figures that will do enough to buy him some space if Sherlock decides to get greedy.
He doesn't feel safe as much as he feels prepared. Ready. The same feeling he used to get when starting out on patrol through the dusty streets of Kandahar. Whatever happens, John decides he can handle it.]
More dangerous than waiting around here for someone else to come along who wouldn't mind offering you a snack?
[He snorts derisively and lifts his chin.] 'Cause that's likely to happen. And don't even try suggesting that I ditch you here and just go home. I don't abandon my patients.
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The steak knife is who knows where, but John's got his gun handy and he figures that will do enough to buy him some space if Sherlock decides to get greedy.
He doesn't feel safe as much as he feels prepared. Ready. The same feeling he used to get when starting out on patrol through the dusty streets of Kandahar. Whatever happens, John decides he can handle it.]
More dangerous than waiting around here for someone else to come along who wouldn't mind offering you a snack?
[He snorts derisively and lifts his chin.] 'Cause that's likely to happen. And don't even try suggesting that I ditch you here and just go home. I don't abandon my patients.