[ Spider-Man tosses the vial at John and by way of rather good reflexes, he catches the thing one-handedly, only catching himself mid-way through the motion, the expression on his face changing from neutral attention to surprise, then to irritation, both eyebrows shooting up and making him look almost disbelieving that he just did that, that either of them just did that -- Spider-Boy throwing the vial in his direction and John H. Watson catching it, like a fucking dog. For God's sake! He's not your errand boy or your bloody carrier pigeon. Christ! ]
Ta. Really.
[ As soon as Sherlock moves closer again, he tosses the vial at him rather angrily, expecting the other man to catch it, because Sherlock might look like (and act like and be) a starving junkie, but his reflexes are almost superhuman. Spider-Kid here would probably be the only person to be able to outmatch them.
John only ever manages, when Sherlock isn't truly trying. He's well aware. ]
Your turn to be fast, Sherlock. You heard the kid.
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Ta. Really.
[ As soon as Sherlock moves closer again, he tosses the vial at him rather angrily, expecting the other man to catch it, because Sherlock might look like (and act like and be) a starving junkie, but his reflexes are almost superhuman. Spider-Kid here would probably be the only person to be able to outmatch them.
John only ever manages, when Sherlock isn't truly trying. He's well aware. ]
Your turn to be fast, Sherlock. You heard the kid.