There's no stopping the smile that spreads across Topher's face when he hears Punchy's loud voice echoing in the library. So far he'd avoided the guy, but for the life of him Topher could figure out why he had wanted to, except maybe the sudden flash of memories that hit him. Laughter, pain, fear, death. It's a thousand emotions all at once and even his brain struggles to process it all. Topher's hands come up so that he can rub his temples and hopefully massage the headache away before it hits him.

"Don't-don't do that," he mumbles to Sherlock. It was weird to see the man take on the manner of Punchy. "Hey, Punch. What the hell did you do to your face?"