You're constantly cold - hence the jumpers.
You think that it looks utterly ridiculous at times but that doesn't matter because it's comfortable and it works and frankly you don't give a damn about what you wear or how you look.
Sarah seems to like it, though - and you don't mind.
You don't know why you are constantly in a state of coldness - your therapist says something about compensating for... something to do with Afghanistan.
You ignore her, though - but later you secretly look it up on the Internet.
You shiver, alone, in the clinic - until Sarah pops in and you straighten and pretend you're not terribly cold.
You appreciate the fireplace in the flat - but don't know how to turn it on properly.
One day you return from work and find it crackling with a steady flame.
Sherlock is casually reading on the sofa and doesn't say a thing.
A/N: Near midnight fic ideas. *pulls a face* Inspired by reading somewhere of something like this. *vague*
In other news, been watching The Office (UK). Martin Freeman is really so awesome - and kind of adorable, too.
And, speaking of John's jumpers, this: fav . me / d2xnxz1