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There has been something on the mind – for a while now. But how does one express such a thing? Or rather, how does a normal human being express this? Secretly watching videos and reading books late into the night. And not just any kind – a specific kind. All that romance – there was a shudder. The only thing that kept the eyes open was tea, tea, tea, and more tea. With a shot of a little something extra but no one has to know about that.

"Sherlock."

He felt like there was something that he had to do though. What was it? All of this lack of sleep was not good for the complexion and more importantly, the mind. What was today? Tuesday. Just…a Tuesday. But there was something about it…

"Sherlock?"

What was the annoying buzzing? It wasn't helping him to think at all.

A sigh. "Sherlock..!"

The detective shot a look up and met with deep blue eyes. "Sorry, what?"

"It would be very helpful if you would put on some clothes so that we can meet with our client…properly."

Sherlock looked over to the chair, seeing a waiting female. "She's got a cheating boyfriend – what is there to investigate?"

John pinched the bridge of his nose and walked closer to the other who was sitting in his usual chair. "Can you not think about only yourself for 2 seconds and go do as I asked?"

"But I am dressed."

John scoffed as Sherlock looked down to see he was in his pajamas.

"Alright, fair enough."

The doctor stared at the empty chair before looking back at the sniffling client. "Sorry, one moment." He left before she nodded her head and stood outside a closed door. "Do you have something to say?"

Sherlock froze momentarily from changing. "What would I have to say?"

"Let's start with a sorry."

"For what?"

"For forgetting that we had a client today and for…just…"

Suddenly the door opened and Sherlock appeared. "I didn't forget, it just slipped my mind."

John sighed and followed the detective into the room. "Same thing…."

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Another day, another day that the consulting detective was acting weird. John watched as the curly haired man sat, staring at his laptop. Yes, weird indeed – more so than normal. "Sherlock? Is something wrong?"

Without moving his gaze, "Wrong? Why would something be wrong?"

"Well, I don't know you just don't seem yourself."

"I am doing nothing but being myself maybe it's you that is acting weird."

"Wait what?"

The younger man got up, "I'm going out."

"Out? Out where? You don't want to look for a case?"

"I am preoccupied at the moment." He passed by the doctor toward the hallway.

"Wait, I thought you said that you were going out."

"I am, to my room." The door slams.

John sat…..confused. "Okay." After a moment he got up and walked down the hall. "Sherlock, open this door."

"Go away, now."

"No something is wrong now open the bloody door."

"Why would you think that something is wrong? I've gone days being locked in my room."

John sighs, "This is different. I don't know I can't really explain it. You are not yourself. Don't you want to talk about it?"

"Why?"

"Because I'm your friend."

"You've told me that."

"Then let me in."

The door opens once again and John sighs in relief. "Good."

"Good?"

"I was afraid that you were going to do something stupid."

"John Watson, why would I ever do anything stupid?"

The blond smiles. "I guess you wouldn't. Want some tea?" He turns to walk away.

"Wait, John. Maybe I do want to talk."

The older man raised his eyebrows. "Really?"

"There is something on my mind. I don't know how to explain it. You give me something. I, don't know how to explain it. You are, somewhat remarkable yourself. I think, I have these….feelings. For you." Sherlock scrunched up his nose at the thought. "I think I'm saying this right."

John placed his hand on the other's shoulder. "I know Sherlock."

"You do?"

"I've had my suspicions."

"Oh, then…"

"Yeah."

"Right."

"…"

"Shall we get that tea then?"

"….Sure."

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