Watson sighed and went into the living room where Sherlock had stolen his new iPhone and was watching Bad Guys Always Die.
"Jooooohhhhnnnnnn... go awaaaaaaay." The trench - coated figure grumbled.
Loyal to his friend, John stayed. "Sherlock, why don't you tell me what's wrong." He sat down next to him.
The detective sniffled.
"C'mon, tell me."
"I JUST WANT TO SOLVE A CRRRIIIIIIMMMMMMEEEE!" Sherlock wailed amd stuffed his face into John's winter coat.
"I'm sure someone will be murdered soon, don't worry." He patted his head. God that sounded pretty horrible.
"BUT WHAT DO I DO UNTIL THEEEEN."
"Why don't you explain fingerprints, to me?" Agian.
