31st July
John hears Sherlock's sudden, sharp intake of breath even though it's quiet. He glances up, glances up right as Sherlock's eyes flicker away from him, somewhat guiltily, if John were to be honest. John narrows his eyes slightly before he looks away again.
The mystery goes unsolved, and unmentioned, for a handful of hours.
This time, Sherlock doesn't gasp, doesn't make a noise, but he flinches nearly imperceptively, fingers twitching. At this point, John has had enough of wondering what is wrong with his flatmate.
"What's gotten into you?" he asks, folding the Daily Mail up and placing it on the floor.
"Hm?" Sherlock looks up, eyebrows knitting together.
"Are you ill?"
"Why would I be ill?"
John sighs. "You're not inhuman. But you've flinched. And, just, displayed a few signs of pain recently."
Sherlock almost glares. John thinks, for a moment, that he's hit a nerve, until John realizes that he hasn't- he's hit the problem head on the nose, instead.
Sherlock flinches again, his fingers flying, probably unconsciously, to his cheek.
John jumps onto Sherlock's action almost immediately. "Toothache!" Then he pauses at the absurdity of it. "You have a toothache?"
"Brilliant deduction, John," Sherlock mutters, sulkily, in return. He stands and pads quietly to the back hall.
"Wait, how do you get a cavity?" John questions, pushing himself up from his chair and following. "Forget to brush?"
Sherlock is rummaging through the cabinet, one hand still pressed against the presumed sore spot. He doesn't answer.
"Had too many of Mrs. Hudson's cakes?"
John, although he knows it's really not funny, can't help but to tease the consulting detective a bit.
"You know you're going to have to get that checked out, right?"
Sherlock only ignores him and pops two paracetamol, brushing past him afterwards. John watches him go with a sense of amusement, although he secretly hopes that Sherlock will give in and go to the dentist soon- he doesn't even want to imagine what Sherlock would be like with a terrible toothache.
Sorry Sherlock. I had to. And before anyone calls me out on OOC-ness! Sherlock does ask Mrs. Hudson for cakes, if you'll refer to John's blog. "So... there," as John would say.
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