John was running late. It took him longer than usual to make his way out of the tangle of limbs that was Sherlock Holmes and make his way to the shower. He grabbed a quick slice of toast, and headed out the door. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he felt something in one. Pulling it out, he discovered a small tube of L'Occitane Shea Butter Hand Cream and a small note tied to the cap with a thin red ribbon.
"Apologies for the Arsenic-contaminated fingernails upon the countertop, slammed doors, broken mugs, and any other crimes perpetrated upon our flat or its contents within the past two and one half weeks. Please do be advised this note does not constitute an apology for emotional reactions. -S"
John smiled. He was finally getting better at this. Cutting words, a march to the bedroom and a slammed door meant come after me if you love me. He had made the right choice following Sherlock, letting him spew poison at the Universe for being the way it was, and holding him afterwards, even when he was convinced he deserved no such thing. He had stopped trying to create distance for him when he needed to prove he was fully capable of closeness. He had given him the opportunity to do just that, on his own terms.
Each time he washed his hands between patients, he grabbed some of the lotion. Sure beat the stuff in the office. This was Expensive French Stuff. He couldn't resist grinning again as he checked the time, wondering what Sherlock was up to this afternoon. He sent a text thanking him for his good taste before heading back to the exam room for his next patient.
Re: FILL 16/? Plausible Deniability (TW: underage, child abuse, incest, dark!mycroft)
"Apologies for the Arsenic-contaminated fingernails upon the countertop, slammed doors, broken mugs, and any other crimes perpetrated upon our flat or its contents within the past two and one half weeks. Please do be advised this note does not constitute an apology for emotional reactions. -S"
John smiled. He was finally getting better at this. Cutting words, a march to the bedroom and a slammed door meant come after me if you love me. He had made the right choice following Sherlock, letting him spew poison at the Universe for being the way it was, and holding him afterwards, even when he was convinced he deserved no such thing. He had stopped trying to create distance for him when he needed to prove he was fully capable of closeness. He had given him the opportunity to do just that, on his own terms.
Each time he washed his hands between patients, he grabbed some of the lotion. Sure beat the stuff in the office. This was Expensive French Stuff. He couldn't resist grinning again as he checked the time, wondering what Sherlock was up to this afternoon. He sent a text thanking him for his good taste before heading back to the exam room for his next patient.