[John's mouth twitches into something that's a horrible mix between a smile and a wince.]
Some hallucinations can be very lifelike, I've found.
[He carefully folds his hand around Sherlock's, pressing his fingers to the other's fluttering pulse. The doctor counts the beats, out of habit, and it's only after he's mentally replaced any and all numbers with "alive" that he stops and lets go of his friend's arm, rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes and tilting back into his chair, laughing shakily.]
You're right. Far too many heartbeats for a ghost.
action;
Some hallucinations can be very lifelike, I've found.
[He carefully folds his hand around Sherlock's, pressing his fingers to the other's fluttering pulse. The doctor counts the beats, out of habit, and it's only after he's mentally replaced any and all numbers with "alive" that he stops and lets go of his friend's arm, rubbing the heels of his palms into his eyes and tilting back into his chair, laughing shakily.]
You're right. Far too many heartbeats for a ghost.