John sat down on the sofa and turned to Sherlock. "Do you mind telling me what had gotten you so upset? I mean, I know why, but was there anything in particular?"
That was something Sherlock definitely didn't want to disclose now, maybe ever. "No." He walked over to his chair and sat down, bringing his knees up to his chest. "If you're my friend, why did you tell Brian you were my colleague?"
"I thought it would be obvious." John rolled his eyes at Sherlock's incredulous look. "Right, I have to remember who I'm talking to. Of course you know nothing about social practices. If you did, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
"Thanks for making me feel better, John," Sherlock said sarcastically.
"Sherlock, of course I'm your friend. But it's customary in a workplace setting to use the term colleague. It's more professional. Since the errand today was related to a case, it was, of course, better to introduce me as a colleague."
"Oh." Sherlock hid his face in his knees again. He got worked up over nothing and then had a witness to a vulnerability he never knew he could possess.
"Are you okay now Sherlock?" John questioned, surprised that Sherlock was participating in this type of conversation. These last few minutes revealed more about Sherlock than all the other months they'd been flatmates combined.
Sherlock looked up at John again. "Yea. I'm fine. Uh…thanks for that. For explaining. Sor…" Sherlock was interrupted by an alert on his mobile. He pulled his phone out and saw it was a text from Mycroft. Groaning, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the chair.
"Let me guess," John said lightly. "Mycroft."
Sherlock glowered at John in lieu of a verbal response.
John stood up and took the now cold cup of tea from the coffee table. "You handle him while I make us some tea."
"This is your fault, you know." Sherlock got up and went to the sofa, curling up into a ball facing the back cushions. He was still slightly embarrassed at what had just transpired.
"He is concerned about you, Sherlock," John shouted toward the living room. "You have to realize that."
"Hmph." Sherlock took out his mobile and deleted the message wondering how long he could go before having to have the dreaded conversation with his brother. He closed his eyes while waiting for John to reappear with their tea and hoped that the last half hour or so wouldn't be mentioned again. When he felt a dip in the sofa cushions by his feet minutes later, he uncurled and sat properly, taking the cup of tea that was being offered.
John took a few sips of his tea then looked to Sherlock. "So how long do you think it will be before you hear anything from Brian? Did you let Lestrade know what you were doing?"
The remaining embarrassment Sherlock was still feeling was instantly banished at John's questions. Leave it to John to know what he needed. He couldn't help but smile before he began responding to John's questions. Sherlock still didn't know how he and John tolerated each other, but he knew he wouldn't trade John's friendship for anything.
Re: Just One Word - Part 11
That was something Sherlock definitely didn't want to disclose now, maybe ever. "No." He walked over to his chair and sat down, bringing his knees up to his chest. "If you're my friend, why did you tell Brian you were my colleague?"
"I thought it would be obvious." John rolled his eyes at Sherlock's incredulous look. "Right, I have to remember who I'm talking to. Of course you know nothing about social practices. If you did, we wouldn't be having this conversation."
"Thanks for making me feel better, John," Sherlock said sarcastically.
"Sherlock, of course I'm your friend. But it's customary in a workplace setting to use the term colleague. It's more professional. Since the errand today was related to a case, it was, of course, better to introduce me as a colleague."
"Oh." Sherlock hid his face in his knees again. He got worked up over nothing and then had a witness to a vulnerability he never knew he could possess.
"Are you okay now Sherlock?" John questioned, surprised that Sherlock was participating in this type of conversation. These last few minutes revealed more about Sherlock than all the other months they'd been flatmates combined.
Sherlock looked up at John again. "Yea. I'm fine. Uh…thanks for that. For explaining. Sor…" Sherlock was interrupted by an alert on his mobile. He pulled his phone out and saw it was a text from Mycroft. Groaning, he closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the chair.
"Let me guess," John said lightly. "Mycroft."
Sherlock glowered at John in lieu of a verbal response.
John stood up and took the now cold cup of tea from the coffee table. "You handle him while I make us some tea."
"This is your fault, you know." Sherlock got up and went to the sofa, curling up into a ball facing the back cushions. He was still slightly embarrassed at what had just transpired.
"He is concerned about you, Sherlock," John shouted toward the living room. "You have to realize that."
"Hmph." Sherlock took out his mobile and deleted the message wondering how long he could go before having to have the dreaded conversation with his brother. He closed his eyes while waiting for John to reappear with their tea and hoped that the last half hour or so wouldn't be mentioned again. When he felt a dip in the sofa cushions by his feet minutes later, he uncurled and sat properly, taking the cup of tea that was being offered.
John took a few sips of his tea then looked to Sherlock. "So how long do you think it will be before you hear anything from Brian? Did you let Lestrade know what you were doing?"
The remaining embarrassment Sherlock was still feeling was instantly banished at John's questions. Leave it to John to know what he needed. He couldn't help but smile before he began responding to John's questions. Sherlock still didn't know how he and John tolerated each other, but he knew he wouldn't trade John's friendship for anything.
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