"Miss you?" Sherlock snorted derisively. "Don't be ridiculous." His denial was perhaps a little too aggressive, betraying the fact that he did indeed miss John when he was at work.
He never used to feel such things. Once upon a time Sherlock could spend days, weeks, months even, without seeing a single soul, spending every waking hour with no one but himself and the skull. And he was perfectly happy with that. Now though...now he'd met John, things had changed. Suddenly he found it rather intolerable to be sat in the flat on his own all day, especially if there were no cases.
"Well then what do you want to...do?" Sherlock asked, draining back the last of his coffee. He was hoping they'd get a call from Lestrade or a private case perhaps, but in the meantime he'd need some form of entertainment to stop him from destroying Mrs Hudson's walls again.
He never used to feel such things. Once upon a time Sherlock could spend days, weeks, months even, without seeing a single soul, spending every waking hour with no one but himself and the skull. And he was perfectly happy with that. Now though...now he'd met John, things had changed. Suddenly he found it rather intolerable to be sat in the flat on his own all day, especially if there were no cases.
"Well then what do you want to...do?" Sherlock asked, draining back the last of his coffee. He was hoping they'd get a call from Lestrade or a private case perhaps, but in the meantime he'd need some form of entertainment to stop him from destroying Mrs Hudson's walls again.