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John leaned against the outer wall of the Tower, waiting uncomfortably near the door as he waited for Sherlock. They'd just finished their latest case, and the consulting sentinel was eager for more work. The Tower was a reliable place to occupy one's self, even if the cases weren't always as interesting. John sighed and closed his eyes, letting the sounds of the city wash over him as he tugged affectionately at his inner bond to the man several stories above him. While the doctor usually went everywhere with Sherlock, he'd stayed outside in this instance. Too many unpleasant memories that he wasn't as able to suppress in himself as he was in