[ storm clouds gather in her eye while the lines of her expression tighten. and peggy wrestles with the knowledge that she ordinarily finds a kind of appeal in his grin when it's so unabridged, unmediated. not only that, but she'd actively chased it on one or two occasions. this time, it cuts.
this time, she looks for satisfaction in knocking the damned thing off his face. even before he finishes the sentence, midway through outfox, she's throwing his own damned book at his head. it's not as gratifying as throwing a punch, perhaps, but it'll have to suffice for now.
so, so, so uncharitably: ] So you agree, then. This is the end.
[ you know, she doubts adler ever had to cope with holmes kicking out the legs from underneath her just-patched-up relationship with her not-quite-nephew. from the future. lucky her. ]
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this time, she looks for satisfaction in knocking the damned thing off his face. even before he finishes the sentence, midway through outfox, she's throwing his own damned book at his head. it's not as gratifying as throwing a punch, perhaps, but it'll have to suffice for now.
so, so, so uncharitably: ] So you agree, then. This is the end.
[ you know, she doubts adler ever had to cope with holmes kicking out the legs from underneath her just-patched-up relationship with her not-quite-nephew. from the future. lucky her. ]