Warnings: Mild language.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine, unfortunately.
John, pass me a pen. - SH
What the bloody hell are you playing at? WE ARE IN THE SAME ROOM. – JW
I prefer to text. Now give me the pen. – SH
Well, I'm not playing along. Talk to me, and I will. – JW
I'm not going to, John. - SH
Do we need to go to the counselor again? – JW
OH GOD – SH
I thought so. – JW
Also, poor Dr. Laura doesn't deserve the torture of have you as a patient. (Or victim, as you so helpfully pointed out to her.) – JW
Just pass me the damn pen, John. – SH
John! Turn the sound down! I don't need Katie Perry blasting out of the computer. Take pity on my eardrums! – SH
Not until you talk to me. – JW
I didn't know you were so desperate for the sound of my voice, John. – SH
Oh here's yourCENSORED pen. Why do you even need it anyway? JW
Oh God Sherlock, we're not SCHOOLGIRLS! Stop passing me notes! You have a voice! – JW
I'm just giving up. – JW