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Sherlock does not want to be at school today. For once in his life he is something less than indifferent to the occasional stare and snicker, the looks of familiar contempt from those who have been around long enough to get used to him. His mood has been fluctuating wildly between rage and despair since yesterday morning. He knows his self-control is good enough to keep him from reacting to any taunts with violence, but nothing will stop him from wanting to. Which is unsettling in itself.

He has a duty, though, one that cannot be ignored. And if he is going to show up at school again, he may as well do the job properly. He is on time for every class before lunch, polite if not friendly when circumstances call for conversation, crisply dressed—in trousers, thank you; he does not think he could bear the reactions to another skirt. The only signs that anything is wrong are the dark circles under his eyes and the tension that stands in sharp contrast to his usual indolence.

At noon on the dot he is in the cafeteria waiting for Bella Swan.

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"...okay," says Tony, "wow, you're a normal person, aren't you. Uh, I guess? I dunno, I'm just used to Sherry having his nose in everything, it doesn't really bug me. I can get another cellphone. But, y'know, phone security is basically shit, so anybody who really wants to can eavesdrop. It just takes more effort when you're not already recording all my calls."

There is a faint sound of typing in the background.

"Bella," Sherlock interjects, "your conversations with Tony for which I am not physically present are private from me unless otherwise noted."

Which just leaves Jarvis.

Isn't that a quandary.

"That's a start," she tells Sherlock.

An extremely specific start, rather than the more general conclusion she'd like to end up at, but a start.

To Tony: "I know cellphone security is poor. That's not my concern. Anyone making the effort to take advantage of the poor security of cellphones is very likely operating out of malicious intent and not to be trusted anyway, and the breach of privacy is one symptom of what could become a larger problem. If someone is eavesdropping on my conversations without my permission, that is an excellent reason not to trust that person."

I'm sorry, but no.

I won't peek, however. Consider your correspondence with the young lady inviolate as of now.

...Tony sighs.

"Oh boy," he says, not really to anyone in particular.

"Okay, so I'll get another cellphone and ask nicely."

Bella smiles slightly.

"He's just said he won't eavesdrop," she tells Tony. "Unless he's physically present." She glances at Sherlock and adds pointedly,

"And everyone knows he's physically present."

"Oh, okay."

It does not, of course, even occur to him that getting a second cellphone purely in case of calls from a girl he's spoken to all of once might be just a touch excessive.

Sherlock nods agreement. He hardly intended to listen at keyholes, after all.

"Thank you," Bella says, to both of them.

"My thoughts are who I am. I reserve the right to share myself with someone at my discretion, not theirs."

"Oh boy," Tony repeats, in wry anticipation of what this is going to mean between her and Sherlock.

He smiles, acknowledging both points.

"And I don't need anyone in my life who can't respect that," she adds.

Sherlock closes his eyes.

This 'oh boy', he keeps to himself.

"Just so we're all clear from the beginning," she finishes, not ungently.

"You," Tony says with certainty, "are gonna be talking to Sherry about that a lot."

Because the other option is she gets fed up and calls it quits, and Tony is an optimist.

"Yes, it's clearly going to be an on-going project," she says. "As long as he listens."

Because if he doesn't, she's done. She likes him, and she understands that one person's needs can't come first all the time. She's not incapable of compromise. But she won't bash her head unendingly against the same wall, and she won't tolerate having her privacy treated like a disposable inconvenience.