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willowmansdaughter:

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SHERLOCK’S HAND

In the last one, the way it seems like Sherlock wants to comfort him, but then realises that oh yeah, I’m the one who did this to him in the first place, so maybe not…

I didn’t notice this the first time I saw the episode (or the second, or the tenth) because I was too busy watching Martin Freeman win all the acting awards. But if Cumberbatch can express that much via just one appendage…

Joint BAFTA next year, definitely.

Yeah, I caught that the first time, and it’s been this itty-bitty source of (sure-to-be) eternal frustration ever since, because no sooner does Sherlock’s hand come to rest on John’s shoulder than John is up and gone - so focused on outoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutoutout the touch doesn’t seem to even register - and the moment, whatever Sherlock would have made of it, is lost.

Not that I think he’d have made a meal of it or anything, but still.

What strikes me about it, though, is that John was always going to do what John (or any frightened, cornered animal) would do here - flee the moment the path was clear - and nobody would have cried foul if Sherlock hadn’t been able to lay a hand on him before he did; but the decision was made, whether at the writing or the blocking stage, to get that touch in there - to make note, however fleetingly, of what Sherlock’s impulses truly are, and how “not as clinically-detached as advertised” he actually is.

asdfghjkl hand on shoulder. wow. beautful.

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