You know how sometimes tea smells absolutely incredible, and then it hits your tongue like hot bitter disappointment?
It's like that.]
Ugh, [he says, pulling a face. Then, he rethinks the rudeness of that:] I mean -- thank you.
[He forces more of it down, drawing it in through fangs. At least it's warm, and he seems to be able to stomach it, but it feels so empty. Even water brings a kind of satisfaction when it is drunk, but this is like drinking warm water that's been sitting out on a hot day. Technically, it is rehydrating, but Sherlock literally cannot stop himself from making a face. He is trying.]
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You know how sometimes tea smells absolutely incredible, and then it hits your tongue like hot bitter disappointment?
It's like that.]
Ugh, [he says, pulling a face. Then, he rethinks the rudeness of that:] I mean -- thank you.
[He forces more of it down, drawing it in through fangs. At least it's warm, and he seems to be able to stomach it, but it feels so empty. Even water brings a kind of satisfaction when it is drunk, but this is like drinking warm water that's been sitting out on a hot day. Technically, it is rehydrating, but Sherlock literally cannot stop himself from making a face. He is trying.]