Midnight Clarity (слэш)

Watson didn’t sound as if he was going to stop talking any time soon. I stopped listening around when he told me that sometimes he thought I needed a nurse. I stood by what I had done, but I wouldn’t deny that I was rattled now- yes, by the neat bullet holes in that dummy’s forehead, but perhaps a little more by the fear in his voice. If I had to choose between his safety and his feelings, his safety would always win- but it was a bitter calculation, all the same. Sometimes I really was afraid that I would drive him away- with my tricks, my experiments, my disguises, my recklessness, my violin. Other times, I was afraid that I wouldn’t.
After John Norton's second arrest, things aren't yet back to normal.