Oh, this is wonderful! I love how John stumbles toward realisation.
John unfolds the paper, flattening it against the door until he can read what it says. It’s written in blue ink, in what John thinks of as Sherlock’s real handwriting. When he writes anything he expects other people to read, he changes his handwriting, depending on what he wants the other person to know about him, who is going to read it, what character he’s playing. When he writes notes only for himself, or for John, his handwriting is a thin scrawl, sharp and jagged.
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Date: 2011-07-01 09:51 pm (UTC)John unfolds the paper, flattening it against the door until he can read what it says. It’s written in blue ink, in what John thinks of as Sherlock’s real handwriting. When he writes anything he expects other people to read, he changes his handwriting, depending on what he wants the other person to know about him, who is going to read it, what character he’s playing. When he writes notes only for himself, or for John, his handwriting is a thin scrawl, sharp and jagged.
Favourite bit, right there.