Sherlock, dressed in a loose shirt and pants with his dressing gown stood overlooking the more shady parts of London. The old yellow light in the room made his pale skin look sickly, showing more of how he felt than the Doctor would ever know.
"I hear you've been impersonating me again" he finally said, speaking for the first time since the Doctor had arrived hours earlier.
The Doctor had thought the man had been tucked away in hid mind palace, so made himself at home with tea and some wires to fiddle around with.
"Doyle's version of you. There's a difference" he said, taking a sip of his tea before reaching for a screwdriver -not a sonic one- "besides, I'm not the only one that's been up to something lately" the Doctor paused in his tinkering, looking at the back that was turned to him "faking your own death?" he said quietly.
Sherlock turned his neck a little, showing the Doctor half his face. It was drawn and showing more emotion then the Doctor was used to, but that was only a teas