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[Sherlock's scrutiny makes him stand even straighter, feet shoulder distance, his arms at his sides though it was obvious they felt awkward and were itching to fold behind his back. Having that brilliant gaze on him, considering, analyzing at a mile a minute... it was thrilling and made his heart pound in his ears for the moment of silence it brought. At the compliment, John wavers out of his military crisp personal and licks his lips, looking away then to the ground then eventually back to Sherlock, a quirked smile on his face.]

Thanks.

[He barely glances at himself in the mirror before considering the items still on the bed when he sees Sherlock's gaze go to them as well.]

Never had an occasion to wear it after I came back, so I'd kind of forgotten what it was like.