[John frowns and is two steps into perusing his friend when the held up hand makes him flinch back. He stares after Sherlock as the man retreats towards the door.
The way Sherlock drew away from him... had he done something wrong? A cold, sinking fear settles in John's gut. What if it's...]
...Okay. Try not to set your room on fire.
[Even to his own ears the light hearted tease sounds flat. But it's all he can think to do.]
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The way Sherlock drew away from him... had he done something wrong? A cold, sinking fear settles in John's gut. What if it's...]
...Okay. Try not to set your room on fire.
[Even to his own ears the light hearted tease sounds flat. But it's all he can think to do.]