It was a rainy afternoon in London, John was out with Mary, again.

so Sherlock took the time to practice playing his violin by the window.

"Sherlock?" Mrs. Hudson asked, hesitantly, walking up the stairs with a tray of biscuits and tea.

"Not right now, Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock answered flatly, not stopping playing

"It's kind of important, dear." She said, setting the tray down on the nearest table

Sherlock sighed. "Continue."
"I was wondering. if um. you had feelings for John?"

the violin stopped