[It's quiet, apart from the muffled sound of Sherlock feeding and John's laboured breathing. He thinks he should probably be closing his eyes right now, that it's expected to close your eyes while donating blood to a hungry vampire. It might even be the polite thing to do, John's got no clue of the etiquette for this kind of thing.
But he can't seem to tear his eyes away from where Sherlock's mouth is sealed over his wrist, watching avidly even as his head starts to cloud and buzz. If he had both hands free he'd brace against the wall, just to avoid leaning on Sherlock and perpetuating any embarrassing cliches about swooning. But he needs one hand free for the gun at his back, and Sherlock's got possession of his other hand so...he compromises and only rests his head on Sherlock's shoulder, doubled at the waist so that the wall is propping up most of him.
27......28......29......
His vision blurs and he blinks heavily, trying to clear it.]
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But he can't seem to tear his eyes away from where Sherlock's mouth is sealed over his wrist, watching avidly even as his head starts to cloud and buzz. If he had both hands free he'd brace against the wall, just to avoid leaning on Sherlock and perpetuating any embarrassing cliches about swooning. But he needs one hand free for the gun at his back, and Sherlock's got possession of his other hand so...he compromises and only rests his head on Sherlock's shoulder, doubled at the waist so that the wall is propping up most of him.
27......28......29......
His vision blurs and he blinks heavily, trying to clear it.]
Okay, that's enough.