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Things left unsaid
Sherlock could not help but feel mildly impressed by how John was bullshitting that officer by pulling rank and showing of higher army- grading. And it was also strangely…arousing.
"You enjoyed that didn't you?" He could not help to tease John afterward
"Hell Yeah" John answered with a satisfied grin.
As did I, was Sherlock's stray though before focusing onward on the elevator.
"Sorry could not get you boys a double", the inn keeper apologetically said.
"No that's quite alright, we are not…",John started but then stopped; what was the point?
The innkeeper would keep assuming, and besides;
John wished it was the truth anyway.
"I do not have friends!", Sherlock harshly shouted ,still upset and clinging to the last strand of truth he had left after seeing that god awful dog from hell; all the rest been washed away by the sight he had seen , something he could not rationally explain for the first time in his life.
So he had shouted one of the more solid truth he had known, a definitive fact; or it had been at least until John had come along.
Though as soon as he had said the words Sherlock cursed his own lack of ability to being able to hold back saying the first thing on his mind, and almost blurted out a apology right there and then when he saw the dumbfounded and hurt look on Johns face. But he could not say it, there were a few things deeply ingrained in him to very seldom do; one of them apologizing.
"Then what Am I", was Johns down cast reply before he with all right stormed of.
So much more - was Sherlock immediate thought . But now was not the right time.
I am sorry, my dear John.