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fic: Consequences (7/9)

Title: Consequences (part 7 of 9)
Author: fengirl88
Beta: blooms84 
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Pairing: Lestrade/John/?Sherlock
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: sexual content, fallout from threesome
Wordcount: 2860 for this chapter
Disclaimer: These characters are still not mine.  No matter how hard I stare at them.
Summary: John is confused again and this time it's not about Sherlock.

A/N:  This is all blooms84 's fault for writing The Unbearable Fineness of Lestrade and making me sad about Lestrade all over again. 


The events that started this whole sorry mess take place in  Triple Jump.

Consequences

Part 7

John

The taxi ride to Lestrade's seems to take forever. Traffic's hellish tonight, John thinks. Too much time for wondering excitedly what Lestrade wants to see him about, whether something's really going to happen at last. And too much time for thinking about how it's been with Sherlock, the last few days.

They've had times before when they're hardly speaking to each other, but usually there's been some sort of row first. This time feels different. Not least because in the past the row's almost always been about something Sherlock's done wrong, which means Sherlock would usually be trying to fuck his way out of trouble. Which makes for brighter bedtimes, though it leaves a lot unresolved.

This time, though, Sherlock's preferred approach is clearly not going to work. That much was obvious from the moment John failed to respond when Sherlock tried to suck him off the other night. Since then, Sherlock seems anxious to avoid even those sort-of-accidental touches there were between him and John before they became lovers, never mind anything more deliberate. John always protests about Sherlock's habit of grabbing him and jumping him at inconvenient times and/or in inappropriate places, but now it's not happening he finds he's missing it. A lot.

The obvious thing to do – and John's kicking himself for his repeated failures to do it – would be to talk to Sherlock about what's happening. Why is it apparently impossible to say what he wants to say to Sherlock? Look, this is really embarrassing but I've actually had some sort of stupid crush on Lestrade since we had that threesome, and I know it's making me act oddly and I'm sorry and I still love you and want to be with you and I will get over this sooner or later. Because that is what he wants to say. Isn't it?

He doesn't want to stop being with Sherlock. Sherlock is the most amazing thing that's ever happened to him. Big love. Knocked him for six pretty much straight away. And the sex has been fantastic. Unimaginably good since – well, for ages now. This thing about Lestrade is just – odd. Maybe it's the surprise of it all, getting turned on by someone you don't even like. Maybe that's why he's not coping. He knows he doesn't want to be with Lestrade instead. But he does ... want him. And that's hard to admit to Sherlock. Never mind explaining why he couldn't get an erection the other night. Anyone could be forgiven for not wanting to tell their partner that.

The taxi pulls up, finally. John tries not to think about the way his pulse is racing, concentrate on paying the driver and making sure he hasn't dropped anything – he's all fingers and thumbs tonight. Lestrade buzzes him into the building and he walks up the two flights of stairs, telling himself he's getting out of condition even though he knows it's not the climb that's making him short of breath.

Lestrade opens the door and stands there looking – tense, grim almost. “You'd better come in,” he says flatly.

Which doesn't exactly sound like the prelude to a declaration of undying love or even to one glorious night of passion and then regretfully going their separate ways. But you never know, John thinks hopefully. His imagination's racing as fast as his pulse.

Lestrade's sitting-room definitely doesn't look like the setting for a well-planned seduction. It's pretty untidy, and the sofa is piled high with what looks like a load of ironing Lestrade hasn't got round to yet.

You'd think he would at least offer John a cup of tea or something. Cup of tea would be nice. John's mouth feels awfully dry. He swallows hard. Lestrade is staring at him and it's quite unsettling.

I've been trying to think what I'd do to you once I got you here,” Lestrade says.

Jesus. If ever a remark went straight to John's cock that was it.

But I haven't come up with anything bad enough,” Lestrade says grimly.

Shit. What's this about?

So,” Lestrade says. “You've fucked me over royally, probably just ruined my life. What am I going to do to you?”

John still doesn't get it, but he's starting to sweat, and not in a good way. He thinks he can handle himself with Lestrade if it comes to a scrap, even though he's not as fit as he used to be, but he wonders how far this is going to go.

Would you mind telling me what this is about?” he says, trying not to sound as shaken as he feels.

Don't pretend you don't know,” Lestrade says coldly.

Honestly, I don't,” John says. Bugger. That shouldn't have come out sounding so desperate.

Lestrade looks at him as if John is something he's trodden on without realizing it. Possibly something very dead. Certainly something that stinks pretty badly.

Never thought you were a coward,” he says. “But I suppose only a coward would do what you did.”

That gets John on the raw. “Fuck off,” he snaps. “I haven't the faintest idea what you're on about, so either tell me or stop wasting my time. You said we needed to talk and all you've done so far is be cryptic and – and rude,” he finishes weakly.

Rude,” Lestrade says. “I don't believe I'm hearing this. You want me to spell it out? OK. Did you or did you not get bloody Mycroft to have me transferred 300 miles from here and incidentally threaten to break me if I don't go?”

The room seems to be doing very strange things all of a sudden. John wonders if he might be about to faint.

Mycroft,” John says. “You think I - I haven't spoken to Mycroft for weeks. When the fuck is all this supposed to have happened? And why would I do that anyway when I -” He breaks off, because it really doesn't seem a good idea to say what he was going to say next.

When what?” Lestrade says fiercely.

When I – like you a lot more than I used to,” John says. Which sounds impossibly wet and about twelve years old but he can hardly say When I really want to have sex with you again, just the two of us this time or When I just want you to kiss me right now.

Lestrade now looks baffled as well as angry.

Is that what Mycroft said?” John says, starting to feel angry himself now. “Did he tell you I -”

Fuck,” Lestrade says, apparently startled. “No, he didn't, not in so many words. Bloody well implied it though. I asked him if Sherlock had told him and he said did I really think Sherlock would confide in him about something like that and I -”

And you immediately thought I'd set Mycroft on you. Thanks a bunch.” John knows he sounds huffy rather than contemptuous but it can't be helped. Then he does a double-take: “Wait – confide in him about something like what?”

Lestrade now looks straightforwardly puzzled. “You really don't know what this is about, do you?”

No,” John says wearily, “that's what I've been trying to tell you.”

Mycroft said -” Lestrade's turn to break off. “Mycroft said my influence was upsetting Sherlock's domestic arrangements. With you. By which I assumed he meant what Sherlock said about you reacting badly to the threesome.”

The room seems to be spinning again and John's knees are giving way. He sits down hard on the bit of the sofa not covered with ironing. “Sherlock said what?”

That day last week you both came to see me,” Lestrade says. “He said you'd been – upset by it and although he'd really be up for it we obviously couldn't do it again, and I said OK, fine, and assumed that would be the end of it.”

John feels cold all over. “But that's not true,” he says helplessly. “I – I liked it. I was sort of hoping we could – oh shit.” He puts his head in his hands. Thinks he might keep it there for a bit so he doesn't have to look at Lestrade.

Lestrade seems to be working something out. “So that's why – no, that doesn't make sense. Why did you come to see me that day? You never said.”

John doesn't look up. “Because I – oh fuck, I can't do this, I just can't.”

Can't be worse than what I thought it was, can it?” Lestrade says.

Well, that's true, John thinks. It's only humiliating and pathetic and childish and completely inappropriate.

He looks up and sees Lestrade looking quizzical, as if maybe he's guessed.

You hugged me,” Lestrade says thoughtfully.

John feels himself going bright red.

And you were hoping we could – what?” Lestrade asks. He seems to be trying not to smile. Oh god.

All right,” John says, caving in. “I was hoping we could do it again some time. You and me. I wanted that. Happy now?”

Lestrade grins. “Happier than I was when I thought you were trying to fuck me over,” he says. “Or getting bloody Mycroft to do it for you.”

John's brain still isn't working too well but something occurs to him: “If I didn't tell Mycroft and Sherlock didn't tell Mycroft, how did he know?”

Lestrade looks startled again. “Fuck!” Gets his phone out and speed-dials. “Donovan? Good, you're still there, thought I might have missed you. Look, get onto Briggs and tell him I think my office has been bugged again. And tell him to make sure they do a proper job this time. Yes, I think so. OK. Thanks. Bye.”

Oh,” John says. “I should have thought of that.”

You should have thought of that? Fuck,” Lestrade says. “I'm losing my touch, I swear. That or my marbles. Bloody Holmes brothers.”

Yes indeed. John hasn't had time to think about Sherlock lying to Lestrade but finds he is actually furious about that. No way Sherlock could really have believed John was upset about the threesome. Just selfish manipulation. And pretending he was acting out of concern for John. Bastard.

And now bloody Mycroft threatening Lestrade -

John is not having that. He grabs his phone and dials. Mycroft answers on the fourth ring.

Mycroft,” John says, “I'm with Lestrade. He's told me everything. Please listen carefully. I don't want to repeat myself. You will abandon any attempt to get DI Lestrade transferred away from London. Because if you don't, or if you threaten or harm Lestrade in any way whatsoever I will never see or speak to your brother again. Are we clear?”

Mycroft is spluttering at the other end.

Lend me your phone,” John says to Lestrade. He texts:

Stop lying and tell

Mycroft to back off.

Or start looking for

a new flatmate.

Your choice.

JW

I'm sending a text to Sherlock now,” John says. He reads it out to Mycroft and presses Send. “And now I'm going to hang up.”

Lestrade looks moderately impressed. John's quite surprised himself. Didn't know he could pull that routine off, not with Mycroft.

Sherlock will have fifty fits when he gets that,” Lestrade says.

No more than he deserves,” John says grimly. He's suddenly completely exhausted, almost collapsing after the strain of the last half-hour. “I don't think I can go back there tonight. If I see Sherlock I might try to put his head through a brick wall.”

You can stay here if you like,” Lestrade says. “Spare pyjamas somewhere about, probably a toothbrush as well.”

Thanks,” John says awkwardly. He looks at the pile of ironing next to him on the sofa and then at Lestrade.

Do your back in as soon as look at you, that sofa,” Lestrade says. “You'd better come in with me. 'S all right, I won't molest you. Not unless you ask me really nicely.”

Fuck off,” John says, blushing.

Though he's wanted this so much, being in bed with Lestrade, John doesn't really think anything's going to happen. They're both knackered, for a start, and anyway Lestrade might not be that interested in having sex with him if sex with Sherlock isn't also part of the deal.

Turns out John's wrong on both counts. Not that he's complaining.

The kiss starts off tentative, just a quick brush of lips against each other, and then Lestrade's pulling him in closer, stroking his back as John groans and opens his mouth, desperate for more. Just as well they're already lying down or John would be falling down, dizzy with the pleasure of Lestrade's tongue in his mouth, searching him out, making him moan shamelessly. Lestrade's kiss is slow and determined and completely irresistible and John feels much too close to coming apart already. He kisses Lestrade harder, so hard it's almost a bite, and Lestrade gives a sort of growl and bites him back.

Clearly there's still quite a lot of undischarged aggression crackling around the bed – mostly towards the Holmes brothers – and it's all going to have to go somewhere.

Oh God,” Lestrade groans, wrapping his legs around John's and pushing hard against him as John bites his neck and digs his nails into Lestrade's shoulders.

Is this asking you nicely enough?” John forces out, shoving his hand down between them to grope Lestrade's cock.

Lestrade's groaning too much to say Yes, but John doesn't insist. He's about to be too busy to talk himself.

This time, unlike in the threesome, Lestrade doesn't come in John's mouth. Because John pulls away as Lestrade's getting close and says that he wants Lestrade to fuck him.

Putting a condom on isn't usually a two-man job but there are times when two pairs of shaky hands are better than one.

Breathe,” John says fiercely, and then finds he can hardly breathe himself as Lestrade works him open and pushes into him.

It feels strange to be doing such an intimate thing with someone he used to – hate, almost. John is stretched out to the limit, crammed full once Lestrade's all the way inside him. They lie still for a moment, staring at each other as if they can't quite believe they're really doing this, and then they're moving, both of them, pushing faster and harder all the time. John's crying out as his muscles clench tight around Lestrade's cock, and Lestrade comes, swearing and pulling at John's cock to bring him off.

Bloody hell, Watson,” Lestrade says, panting. “For a moment there I thought you were going to break it off.”

That – would be – a tragedy,” John gasps, and collapses in a fit of giggles.

They lie there for a while, sticky and breathless.

Really shouldn't have done that,” John says, predictably overtaken by remorse.

Squares the circle, though, doesn't it?” Lestrade says.

What do you mean?” John suddenly feels cold all over again. “Are you saying what I think you're saying?”

He didn't tell you,” Lestrade says. It's not a question. “Shit. Sorry. I thought you knew. It was only the once, months ago, don't really know how it happened. You know what he's like sometimes,” Lestrade adds, unforgivably.

Yes,” John says. “Well, I thought I did.”

Probably not a great time to find that out,” Lestrade says. “Sorry. I did tell him he'd got to be honest with you. Should have known he wouldn't take a blind bit of notice.”

John's furious with Sherlock and also guilty about what he's just done, and that feels awful. But this whole situation is also funny, in a ghastly sort of way. He starts laughing, so hard it hurts, and finds he doesn't quite know how to stop.

Should I throw cold water over you or slap your face or something?” Lestrade offers helpfully.

I think that's not supposed to happen till the third or fourth date,” John says, and starts whooping again.

Give An Old Joke A Home Week gets earlier every year,” Lestrade says, not unkindly, patting John rather hard on the back.

Eventually John calms down enough to start drifting off, even though he is sleeping on the wrong side of the bed for him. Should have known they'd both want the same one, he thinks, and giggles again.

Honestly, it's like being in bed with a hyena,” Lestrade grumbles.

I didn't know you were into bestiality,” John says.

Shut up and go to sleep, Watson,” Lestrade says. “Or else.”

John falls asleep before he can find out what or else was going to be.

Next: Sherlock sits staring at the text message... )

Previous: Lestrade has finally lost the plot. )

Comments

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fengirl88
Oct. 21st, 2010 11:37 pm (UTC)
thank you very much! very glad you are enjoying it.

gosh, you are speedy!
greenhoodloxley
Oct. 22nd, 2010 12:20 am (UTC)
Yay! Like Lestrade, I am also impressed with how John dealt with Mycroft and Sherlock.

And I'm Very Pleased over John and Lestrade fucking, although John's guilt is understandable, poor dear.

fengirl88
Oct. 22nd, 2010 07:58 am (UTC)
thank you! glad you liked it. *beams* wasn't sure how people would react to the J/L sexing though it seemed to me necessary at this point.
kitkatken
Oct. 22nd, 2010 02:03 am (UTC)
hmm I know i'm supposed to feel good about the whole J/L bit but it kind of felt empty and a bit bitter. I suppose it's weird but john strikes me as so loyal that i'm kind of thrown....
fengirl88
Oct. 22nd, 2010 08:00 am (UTC)
I don't know if you're supposed to feel good about it - and I did think a lot of people wouldn't like it for precisely the reason you give (John's loyalty to Sherlock). but I do think sex happens for not-good reasons as well as good ones (including anger at someone else), and it's possible to see this as an instance of that.

thanks for commenting!
kalypso_v
Oct. 22nd, 2010 03:36 am (UTC)
YES!!! Oh, I did love this. Though Lestrade is only moderately impressed by the masterful way in which John dealt with the machinations of both Holmes brothers in one call? Bloody hell, he's hard to please. Until they're in bed, that is. I loved the two pairs of shaky hands, and their incredulity at having got to this point, and all the giggling.

Sherlock's silence is ominous (if John hasn't switched his phone off). I hope he's torturing himself, the little wretch. I'm not going to worry about him, because I'm sure he'll be fine in the end. After some merciless tickling.

The one thing that surprised me was that John didn't seem to know Sherlock had slept with Lestrade before - no, two things, the other being that it only happened once (unless Lestrade is trying to play it down). I'd assumed that was what the initial animosity was about, especially given John's remark in Three Turn - "Which of us are you doing something with tonight?"
fengirl88
Oct. 22nd, 2010 09:17 am (UTC)
[edited comment to try to make it make more sense]

thank you! *beaming happily*

yes, S is going to be very unhappy in the next part, which probably should carry an ANGST WARNING. I think J might well have switched his phone off in the circumstances...

and yes, this is indeed the point where the crossover from short!fics 'verse into long!angsty!fics 'verse produces an inconsistency in the plot. about which there is probably nothing to be done except mutter "AU, AU, AU...".

the "just the once" incident L refers to here is the one that counts as infidelity - i.e. one that has happened since J and S have been together, as opposed to whatever happened /before/ they were lovers. think I did not make that clear enough. this is what happens when head!canon takes over. it would be something like what happens in chapter 4 of The Old Bad Songs (and the shadow of which hangs over In Transition). but not precisely that.

which /doesn't/ fit with Three Turn, but then when I wrote that I thought it was a oneshot.

and when I wrote Triple Jump I wasn't intending to write a long!angsty!fic sequel about the fallout from the threesome so it didn't need to be consistent with that 'verse. which is not even consistent with itself any more.

just goes to show you can't be too careful how you commit pwp. and that I have to learn to dodge angsty plotbunnies that other people's fics bowl at me!
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et_cetera55
Oct. 22nd, 2010 07:09 am (UTC)
Mmmmmm BAMF!Lestrade then BAMF!John as he deals with the Holmes' and then Lestrade/John sex - such a great way to start my day! :D
I love how you manage to make it so realistic - both Lestrade and John are somewhat conflicted emotionally (obviously John more so) which is much more plausible than them just happily going ahead and shagging regardless.
fengirl88
Oct. 22nd, 2010 08:03 am (UTC)
thank you very much! delighted you enjoyed it. *beams*
wasn't sure how people would react to this part...
stellary
Oct. 22nd, 2010 10:47 am (UTC)
If I may quote Sherlock, John/Lestrade isn't really "my area". Particularly in this series, I've been hoping that the UST never get resolved because I couldn't see a way for that to happen without things ending badly for Lestrade.

Having said that, the BAMFness in this part was unequivocally satisfying, and that in turn made the sexy part sit better with me when it did happen.

Next I assume Sherlock's bound to do something detestably dramatic, given the way he's been acting in this series. Even if he didn't tell Mycroft directly about the threesome, I wonder if he knew Lestrade's office was bugged - after more years of being spied on by his brother than anybody else, surely he would have noticed something?
kalypso_v
Oct. 22nd, 2010 12:15 pm (UTC)
Somewhat to my surprise, I'm beginning to find J/L the most intriguing of the various permutations. And (without presuming to know where the author is going with this) I don't think it has to end badly. To go all geometrical like Lestrade (and I love the way that continues here with "squaring the circle"), triangular relationships don't have to be equilateral; you just have to find a way for the forces to balance, and in Triple Jump I thought that was working, with Lestrade understanding the primacy of the S/J bond but able to fit in with that. Since then it's been unbalanced, largely because Sherlock has ensured that neither John nor Lestrade knows where he stands, so they've been flailing around trying to regain the balance. I'm dying to see how it plays out.
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drachenmina
Oct. 22nd, 2010 12:52 pm (UTC)
Dammit! You made me LIKE John/Lestrade! Well, in this fic at least. NO WAY is that becoming a regular occurrence! ;D
fengirl88
Oct. 22nd, 2010 05:24 pm (UTC)
not for me either! despite my immoderate love for Lestrade...

thank you very much!
warriorbot
Oct. 22nd, 2010 01:11 pm (UTC)
"Sherlock would usually be trying to fuck his way out of trouble."

*phwoof* now THERE's a thought!


Later...

*wails* Sherlock! Why'dyou have to wreck the best thing that ever happened to you with your stupid conniving?


Oh gosh - this fic is turning exquisitely bitter-sweet (as I should have expected something called Consequences would!) I'm loving it - the tightrope between pain and pleasure you've got me on is exhilarating!





Edited at 2010-10-22 01:21 pm (UTC)
fengirl88
Oct. 22nd, 2010 05:30 pm (UTC)
*bounces excitedly*
thank you VERY much!

re. Sherlock's approach to trouble - someone on ffnet was annoyed about this at the end of In Transition and felt S had not learned anything (true). so I couldn't resist putting him in a situation where this approach didn't work for him!

I do think it is still what /this/ Sherlock would prefer, though. Every, every time.
julie_izumi
Oct. 22nd, 2010 01:32 pm (UTC)
I really liked this part! I was so waiting for the J/L sexy tiems! Even if I feel for poor Sherlock...
Can't wait for more, you fic is so good, I'm always so delighted when you post a new part! ^^
fengirl88
Oct. 22nd, 2010 05:31 pm (UTC)
*blushes and squeaks*

thank you very much! glad you enjoyed it.

yup, Sherlock is about to have a rough time of it...
2ndskin
Oct. 22nd, 2010 03:58 pm (UTC)
Hi sweetie--I've already squeed at you so much over this whole thing, but wanted to do a summary squee here. What in my RL, we call an "executive summary":

I *think* (reserve right to change my mind several times) this is my favorite chapter. And it is not because someone gets to have sex with Lestrade (usually my smutty standard for quality). It's because it's such a beautifully crafted turning point for everyone (including the characters who only appear off-camera) and such a climax to everything that has happened already. Plus we have the grownups emerging here and the just-too-awesome-for-words smackdown of both Holmes brothers via phone and text. Gives me chills! J gets to go through a major transformation from kind of angsty crushing-on-Lestrade guy to his TRUE SELF--nerves of steel, strong moral sense good man. And he gets to release the tension of the previous 6 chapters (god, what tension!) with a perfectly justifiable kiss, fuck, and hysterical giggle fest with Lestrade. Without that, the little irritant of wondering what it would have been like would have remained indefinitely and J really doesn't need that hanging over him.
What the hell else do I want? Nothing.
Okay, executive summary of Chapter 7 awesomeness is complete. *hugs*
fengirl88
Oct. 22nd, 2010 05:45 pm (UTC)
thank you VERY much - this is lovely!

*hugs you back*

I was nervous about this part of the plot development, as you know, but I think it had to happen! and you know as well that the J/L sex scene owes a lot to your beta-ing. *glomps*
ginbitch
Oct. 22nd, 2010 04:22 pm (UTC)
THIS IS AWESOME!!! I love this fic _so_ _much_!!! And I _love_ John in this - just perfect!

<3 <3 <3
fengirl88
Oct. 22nd, 2010 05:48 pm (UTC)
*squeee!!!*

I am so happy you like this so much! and /especially/ about John - because I think of him as very much your person. *beams*

marysutherland
Oct. 24th, 2010 07:54 am (UTC)
I think this is a very clever chapter, because it suddenly provides an answer for the difficulties of a lot of the previous story (and some of your earlier stories) - that the key problem in the relationships is the inability of Sherlock to talk properly to people. John may be inarticulate and easily embarrassed, but he can eventually sort out things with Lestrade, they can both work out what the other one is thinking and feeling. Whereas Sherlock has so far been incapable of talking honestly to John, and he only occasionally manages it with Lestrade. I'll be interested to see how far, if at all, that changes in the last couple of chapters. (As you can gather, I'm a bit far behind in my reading/commenting!).
fengirl88
Oct. 24th, 2010 03:12 pm (UTC)
thank you very much - I was very pleased with this comment!

I do feel that about S - that (the way I'm writing him anyway) he is very bad at talking about things. and there comes a point where he can't just fuck his way out of trouble any more, which is going to be very tough for him!
thimpressionist
Nov. 23rd, 2010 02:43 am (UTC)
OH MY GOD marry me woman! I don't know what it is about these two. The way you write them is so beautiful and it makes me melt at the same time. I mean I love S/J/L but something about John/Lestrade just makes my brain melt out my ears.
fengirl88
Nov. 23rd, 2010 09:37 am (UTC)
thank you so much!
*glows*
I'm so glad you like this fic because... well, you know what I think of your threesome!
*pats adorable threesome icon*
John/Lestrade is interesting, and I have a different version of that in my brain which I'm hoping will get out at some point.
laura_trekkie
Jan. 9th, 2012 05:47 pm (UTC)
Well, I'm glad John and Lestrade cleared the air without coming to blows. I loved John putting the Holmes brothers straight! I bet Mycroft isn't used to that sort of thing coming his way *g*.

And John got what he wanted, too - namely a night alone with Lestrade. Very hot, but marred slightly by the feelings of guilt and Lestrade's unwitting revelation about himself and Sherlock.

Laura.
fengirl88
Jan. 9th, 2012 10:01 pm (UTC)
thank you! very glad you enjoyed John dealing with the Holmes brothers. this was my first attempt and writing John and Lestrade together, and I think the guilt and revelation were probably unavoidable. a more cheerful version of the pairing appears in Language Games.
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