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[lightconductor]

If you have a message for me, Dr. John Watson, please leave it here. I shall certainly get back to you as soon as I can.
- JW

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[lightconductor]

"Johnny, my dear, I can see your eyes." He shakes his head but steps closer -- carefully, because he can't see in the dark, after all, except the usual amount. "I always thought your eyes were rather catlike. Apparently now they glow in the dark like a cat's as well."

In the dark, he smiles. "I thought of a tiger cub I once encountered in India. In my tent, where I certainly did not want it to be."

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“Oh, that must be terrifying. But it almost makes sense. That’s how a cat’s eyes work, right?” He chuckles. “I don’t think I’m as dangerous as a tiger, though. Nor as hairy.”

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"Mmm. You have the elegance of a cat, at the very least. And I think you're more dangerous than you let on."

Why yes, this calls for a gesture of affection. Watson leans in to kiss Johnny, one hand lingering on his cheek. He pulls back, though, marvelling at the brand new gleam.

"It's a hell of a thing. Your eyes feel all right, otherwise? No pain or irritation?"

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"No irritation. I wouldn't want you to turn the lights on suddenly again, that dazzled me for a moment. Way too bright all at once."

A pause, as he butts his head lightly against Watson's shoulder. "Do you really think I'm dangerous? Tsk."

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"Men who make a habit of carrying guns in their pockets are at least a little dangerous, yes. And I know you're as guilty of that as I am."

Still, he shakes his head in disbelief. "Still, I rather hope there are no other surprises in store for us. Forgive me, love, if I startle at you in the dark from time to time. This may take some getting used to."

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"Comparatively, a harmless sort of joke to play on us, though. This isn't some great backhanded cruelty, some punch to the gut. I see better in darkness now, and my eyes glow. I think that's something simple enough to live with. No?"

Without fumbling, he lays claim to one of Watson's hands, lifting it to his lips for a tender little kiss.

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He smiles, almost involuntarily.

"Well, they are your eyes, so I won't presume to contradict you." Watson puts his free arm around Johnny's waist, moving both of them towards the bed. "Honestly, now that the shock of it has passed, it's quite beautiful. A little unearthly, perhaps, but beautiful."