"No...no, you don't need to apologize," he says, shaking his head insistently. "Those...things that were messing with us...I don't think anybody could've done much against them. They were just...too much."
Too strong, too fast, too powerful. The vampires had simply had more aces up their sleeves than any of the carnival members had been equipped to deal with. Jamie doesn't hold it against anybody for what happened to him. Except the Ringmaster, but that's a problem for another day.
His eyes flick toward Sherlock's wrist, try though he might to avoid doing so. "So...how're you holding up?" he asks hesitantly.
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"No...no, you don't need to apologize," he says, shaking his head insistently. "Those...things that were messing with us...I don't think anybody could've done much against them. They were just...too much."
Too strong, too fast, too powerful. The vampires had simply had more aces up their sleeves than any of the carnival members had been equipped to deal with. Jamie doesn't hold it against anybody for what happened to him. Except the Ringmaster, but that's a problem for another day.
His eyes flick toward Sherlock's wrist, try though he might to avoid doing so. "So...how're you holding up?" he asks hesitantly.