Pretend
"You don't have to be big and bad with me," John says.
Sherlock sighs. "I wasn't trying to be anything, I was just trying to—"
"You always pretend to be more than you are," John says, annoyed.
"What do you mean?" Sherlock demands, following John down the street.
"You pretend to be mean and rude and try to be scary to get what you want. You don't fool me."
Sherlock steps in front of John, his coat swishing behind him. John rolls his eyes.
"That wasn't on purpose," Sherlock says.
"Just stop trying to be something you're not. Be nice to people. Ask rather than demand. You were just trying to buy coffee! You don't have to pull your collar up and deduce the poor boy."
Sherlock looks down at his shoes. "I didn't like the way you were looking at him."
John frowns. "Is that what this is about? I looked at him wrong?"
Sherlock looks up through thick lashes.
"He was young enough to be my son, Sherlock."
"Isn't that what men like? Young, pretty things—"
John grabs Sherlock around the waist. "I love you, you lunatic."
Sherlock stares at his shoes again. "I just didn't like it."
"So," John says, staring at his shoes as well. "You weren't pretending to be mean, you were genuinely jealous?"
Sherlock nods.
"I'm sorry."
"I am, too."
John looks into Sherlock's eyes. Sherlock lifts his head to look back at him.
"Can I kiss you now?" Sherlock asks.
John smiles. "Why do you ask, you know you can just do that any time you want."
"You just told me to ask for things!" Sherlock shouts, turning around to walk down the street. "I don't know what you want from me!"
John chuckles at the flustered genius and trots after him. "Get back here, you big baby!"