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*****TRIGGER WARNINGS!! Mentions of death, SA, drug use, homophobia, body shaming, transphobia, etc. (1800s slowburn ish Johnlock, fluff!) No matter how much I questioned him, he would never let anything slip about his feelings or his mind, which seemed to be the only working object inside him. I cleared my throat softly, and tore my eyes away from him and back to the newspaper. The paper crinkled as I turned the page and began to read the regular morning news, only half paying attention. It was not long before I sensed someone's eyes on me. I looked up and my blue eyes met his bleary catlike ones. He sat up, let out a yawn, and squinted at me before laying back down and turning his attention towards the ceiling. ''How long were you watching me sleep?''…