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Morning Tea

John yawned as he sat down at the kitchen table. He leant his jaw against his palm, and stared absent-mindedly at nothing with half-open eyes.
He was brought back to the present moment by a 'clonk' made by a tea mug when it was lowered in front of him to the table. John looked up and saw Sherlock looking back at him.

"You never make tea," John marked.

"But I did now," Sherlock replied.
"It's for you," he said as he pushed the cup on the table a little closer to John.

"I don't want it," John stated, turning his gaze away from Sherlock.

That sentence brought a deep silence to the flat. John took the newspaper from the table and spread it out in front of his eyes as Sherlock sat down to the chair opposite John's. But for a long time, the silence remained.

"John, I..." Sherlock began in an uncharacteristically quiet manner.

"No, Sherlock, listen. You can't go around doing stuff like that, and then think you can just bribe me off by making tea or whatever," John interrupted him.
"It doesn't work that way".

"I know," Sherlock replied quietly.

"But you choose not to believe it, because it's not convenient for you," John said, and returned to his paper.

Sherlock sat there with a small frown on his face, looking at John.

"If you don't have anything to say, would you mind staring somewhere else?" John asked after a while.
"That's beginning to get annoying".

Sherlock stood up without a word and walked to the fridge.

"Actually, I do have something to say," he stated as he opened the fridge door and closed it again.
Then he turned to look at the other man.
"I'm sorry, John," Sherlock said and walked out of the kitchen with a quick pace, before John could even say a word.

John lowered the newspaper and looked after Sherlock. He felt confused.

Did Sherlock Holmes just actually apologize for something?