"Sherlock" No answer. John sighed and dropped into a chair. "Please don't" muttered Sherlock. "Don't what?"
"Sigh, it means there's something's wrong with your life, and frankly I'm not interested." John stared at him. "I can tell". Sherlock looked at him. "Why are you staring at me?"
"I'm not"
"John, you're staring at me"
"Hmm?"
"Is there something on my shirt?"
"What, no"
Sherlock looked back at the newspaper. "Then I'm sure you'll get a better view by looking out the window". "I doubt it" John uttered. Sherlock looked up again. John cleared his throat. "I'll go…make some tea…" He retreated to the kitchen. Sherlock smiled slightly. "We're out of teabags" he called. John poked his head round the corner. "But I bought a new packet yesterday!"
"I needed them"
"For wh… Never mind, I'll go buy some more". John grabbed his coat. "Oh and John…"
"Yes?"
"Don't argue with the machine, you always lose"
"I don't need to argue with the machine" John grumbled as he went down the stairs. Sherlock smiled to himself. "I doubt it".