John returned sometime after dark, he spent the day wondering about for about an hour before seeing if he could come into the clinic for a bit so the day wasn't too wasted. When he got back, Sherlock was in the shower by the sound of it. He peaked into the bedroom to find the clothing from earlier pressed and folded. That alone was surprising, but a pleasant development. He'd half expected to find Sherlock still on the couch with the articles of soiled clothing all over him. Curiously he wandered to the kitchen to find the odd bits needed from Tesco's.
"Why should I help?" Sherlock's voice startled John, as the man strode into the living room freshly showered in just his towel. John looking to see he was on the phone, "Surely there's little leg work, you could solve it yourself while sitting on your fat arse." He riffles through the desk.
John awkwardly clears his throat to alert the other man of his presence, not sure if he noticed it or not. Sherlock turned his sharp gaze on the smaller man across the room, giving him a nod.
"Well that's too bad, we're both too busy to solve the case, terribly sorry…" he lies hanging up the phone as John shrugs out of his jacket.
"Um… hullo."
"John," Sherlock greets solemnly.
"You remembered the shopping," he nods.
"How could I forget," he states, holding out his bare arm, with the wrist still written on it; the skin underneath rubbed red to try and remove it.
"Sorry," John quirks his mouth, a bit amused.
"It's unfortunate you had to work on your day off."
"Yea, well…" he huffs, "Any real cases then?"
"No, Mycroft," Sherlock explains, "Being lazy…as usual."
"Ah," he nods, willing the awkwardness to end.
"I don't mean to treat you like my house keeper, as you put it, I do know how to do menial tasks."
"I know Sherlock, it would be nice if you helped out a bit is all," John states knowing this was the younger man's way of apologizing, "Do it together even."
"Very well…" Sherlock strides across the room and drops a kiss onto the shorter man's mouth before exiting to go get dressed.
"Dinner?" John asks with a smirk as he turns back to the kitchen.
"Thought we'd go out, Thai?" the deep voice calls from the bedroom.
"I suppose…" he agrees as they fall back into normalcy, leaving the kitchen to lean in the door way of the bedroom; watching the other man. "We could order in though…"
"Preferable," Sherlock smirks, slipping into his jimjams instead of his trousers.
"Lovely," John enters the room with a smile, kissing his flat-mate soundly to further show the acceptance of the apology. "Go order while I have a shower," he instructs slapping Sherlock on the arse to shoo him out the door, removing his jumper on the way to the loo.
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