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Sherlock reads Sappho, and Joanne listens to bats.
Everything was quiet. Sherlock let her eyes drift shut, let her breathing slow. Joanne shuffled close to her and tangled their fingers together, gazing up into the leaf-shadowed sky. Sherlock’s skin felt electrified where they touched.