His therapist calls them nightmares because he always wakes up screaming. He knows it’s not the dreams that make him him scream, though.It’s waking up.
Martin Freeman is getting real tired of your bullshit, rooyoo… I love you anyway, though! ♥
‘scuse me while I go flip out because you replied.
Martin Freeman can do anything he wants. All I’ll do is giggle creepily and pet his face.
“It’s okay Jawny-boy. I understand your-.”
“What are you doing?”
“Shh, shh. Don’t speak. I understand your pai-.”
“Stop touching my face! What is this bull-“
“I UNDERSTAND YOUR PAIN.”
And now I’ll go run away. You are awesome <3. You overestimate my awesomeness, I assure you.
“Jawn? Oh, god… Jawn! He’s not really dead, bb.”
“What? My name is Mart-“
*holding him by the shoulders, shaking him* “Oh, god, Jawn… Sherlock isn’t dead. My poor little hedgehog.”
“Stop shaking me. My name is Martin. John is a fictional char-“
*cradling his head against my chest and rocking* “Too precious for this world!”
“Ma’am, I’ll have to ask you to unhand me right thi-“
“Sh-sh-sh… Go to Sherlock and tell him you love him!”
“You do know we’re real peop-“
*sitting back, arms crossed* “You want me to recognize you’re real people? Fine, Martin! You go find Benedict right this instant, and you fuck him. You fuck him like he’s never been fucked before. I only pray Amanda doesn’t leave you for it. Oh, and one more thing…” *glaring* “You better give him a baby. HE WANTS A BABY, MARTIN!”
“Oh… um… well… Could we possibly go back to when you thought I was John?”
*smiling crazily* “Yes, Jawn. Do you really wear red pants every Monday?”
See? I’m not awesome… I’m creepy as fuck! I’m starting to think I don’t get enough sleep more often than not!