"Did you see that boy, Sherlock?" I asked as I ate dinner by myself.
"What boy?" He asked from his microscope. Sherlock is only affectionate when I leave for work and when he's turned on. Which isn't that often so I'm left to eat by myself and watch funny movies with myself.
"There was a boy outside the shop this morning," I explained. "He asked for money, I figured you'd recognize him." Sherlock worked with homeless, getting connections or whatever. I'm sure he would have known of him.
"I'll keep an eye for him," he said not looking away from his experiment.
I finished my food and put the plate in the sink. "Are you coming to bed tonight?" I asked.
He didn't answer he just wrote notes in his book. Some times he is so far in his experiments he doesn't hear the outside world. "Sherlock," I said. "Sherlock are you coming to bed?"
He didn't hear and I just pouted. This is nothing new really. I went behind him and hugged him. I kissed his neck and he sat up. "Yes?" He asked.
"Are you coming to bed?" I asked again as I kissed his cheek.
He turned and faced me to give me a hug. "I'm almost done, I'll only be a bit longer."
I forced a smile and he kissed me. I went off to bed knowing he wouldn't be there until after I was asleep. When I laid in bed, by myself, I couldn't stop thinking about the boy.
Maybe he was just hungry and didn't have money. But he was dirty and had old clothes. He might have been poor. No, don't think things like that. He... He probably is fine.
That boy is no different than any other boy his age.
I settled that in my head but could not settle myself knowing that boy was hungry.
