John walked into the flat, throwing his coat on the couch and storming into the kitchen. Sherlock followed in close behind, slower, but still hastely behind John.
"John, come on, you can't still be miffed about earlier?" Sherlock said in a confused manner.
"Can't still be miffed? SOD OFF!" John yelled in a very abrupt tone.
Sherlock's eyes widened, a little shocked at the power in John's voice. He lowered his eyes a bit, aware that he had done something wrong, though he is still unaware as to what.
"Look, John, I am still not entirely sure what I have done wro..." Sherlock said as John interrupted him.
"Not sure what you did wrong!" John yelled in confusion. "Sherlock, you stormed in on my date with Elizabeth, called her fat and ugly, stupid, and a whore!"
"To be fair John, I did not call her fat." Sherlock said in a desperate attempt to defend himself.
"You have absolutely no idea how to read emotions or censor youself do you? It is embarassing sometimes to be around you!" John went back into the kitchen and put the kettle on.
Sherlock sat back in his chair, stressed from the fight, wishing he had a cigarette. He looked at John as he scrambled in the kitchen in a very defensive and angry tone. He watched every move, the slamming of the cabinets, the rough way he handle the cup, the clang of the tea bins after John had taken out the tea. It was clear he was not happy.
Sherlock hated when John was like this, he thought it was childish and did not suit him. Though he liked to watch him, like watching a rat in a bucket that was slowly heating up, he more than enjoyed it, he yearned for it.
John stopped rumagging in the kitchen and put both of his hands on the counter. He dropped his head, then he looked back at Sherlock, who was still watching him intently.
"Sherlock, honestly...can you please tell me why you do not want me to be happy?" John asked trying to desperately understand why Sherlock acts that way with all of his relationships.
Sherlock said nothing, he just stared at John. John went back to the counter. He laughed lightly.
"How stupid of me to think you would understand that it would hurt me, you don't understand relationships or love." John said as he accepted what happened.
Sherlock got up out of his chair and walked into the kitchen, he watched John bury his head inbetween his shoulders. He cocked his head as a feeling arose.
"John, I may not always understand romance or love, but it does not make me incappable."
John shot up, looking forward, his eyes nearly jumping out of his head. He could not believe this man, who is oblivious to all human emotion said something like that.
Sherlock stepped in closer behind John, he put his hand on John's back.
John felt a sharp shiver go through his spine, as his friend touched his back, he didn't understand what was happening, but he knew he enjoyed it.
"John, I stop all of your relationships because...because you don't need them." Sherlock said as he tried to convey his thoughts, which were much more jumbled now than they normally were when concerning John.
"Sherlock...I...I do not understand." John said trying to pretend he had no idea what Sherlock was thinking.
"Think, you idiot." Sherlock said as he passed his hand down John's back.