[The faint heartbeat is reassuring, but the sudden hold on Sherlock's arm even more so. It means Asougi is still conscious. Sherlock releases a quiet breath, almost a sigh, then moves his other hand to cup Asougi's. It's not at all an attempt to pry the fingers off, rather, it's a gentle squeeze meant to comfort.]
Mr. Asougi? [It's not at all Sherlock's usual loud voice. Instead, it's a discreet whisper.]
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Mr. Asougi? [It's not at all Sherlock's usual loud voice. Instead, it's a discreet whisper.]