What with all the touching, John soon begins to worry about Sherlock. The doubts increase, too, but only to two percent. The rooftop changed Sherlock. It scared him.
He leads him through the halls, giving an elbow to the ribs at his comments, not at all worried about any attention violence might bring.
"I was just trying to be clever with my response. And angry," he grumbles in his defence.... which then turns to teasing. "And who are you to talk about sexual preferences?"
The closest the man seemed to have some to any sort of relationship was that Woman.
"In here."
He unlocks the door and walks in, going to his desk and fetching the bottle out from the back of a drawer. He passes it to Sherlock with the glasses and locks the door once more. He's only on emergency duty for the rest of the day.
no subject
He leads him through the halls, giving an elbow to the ribs at his comments, not at all worried about any attention violence might bring.
"I was just trying to be clever with my response. And angry," he grumbles in his defence.... which then turns to teasing. "And who are you to talk about sexual preferences?"
The closest the man seemed to have some to any sort of relationship was that Woman.
"In here."
He unlocks the door and walks in, going to his desk and fetching the bottle out from the back of a drawer. He passes it to Sherlock with the glasses and locks the door once more. He's only on emergency duty for the rest of the day.