[John raises his eyebrows as he walks over, taking in the odd outfit. It certinally looks like pajamas, but at the same time, it oddly suits the detective. Perhaps it's the shades of green--something the detective rarely wears--and somehow looks so nice pared with the pale skin and dark curls, making his grey eyes seem to have their own green tint.]
Not your usual sleepwear, I have to say... You mind not sitting to close to the edge?
[He's offering the other his cup of tea, even as he eyes the way Sherlock sits on the roof, nervousness palpable.]
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Not your usual sleepwear, I have to say... You mind not sitting to close to the edge?
[He's offering the other his cup of tea, even as he eyes the way Sherlock sits on the roof, nervousness palpable.]