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It's been two weeks since John found Sherlock high in the flat.
Two weeks, and John has almost convinced himself that Sherlock won't try to do something like that again. Almost, of course. Sherlock is the kind of unpredictable that is predictably unpredictable, and that makes things difficult. Not to mention recursively confusing.
Today is a slow, boring day. John doesn't have to go into the surgery, and Sarah's out of town, so he's found himself in his favorite chair with a newspaper.
He should be enjoying himself.
Inside, he's all but begging for something, anything, to happen.
Two weeks, and John has almost convinced himself that Sherlock won't try to do something like that again. Almost, of course. Sherlock is the kind of unpredictable that is predictably unpredictable, and that makes things difficult. Not to mention recursively confusing.
Today is a slow, boring day. John doesn't have to go into the surgery, and Sarah's out of town, so he's found himself in his favorite chair with a newspaper.
He should be enjoying himself.
Inside, he's all but begging for something, anything, to happen.