"... Can we put up our tree?"
John asked the question hesitantly, unsure of Sherlock's reaction but nearly positive that it wouldn't be good.
"What?"
"A tree?"
Sherlock sighed heavily, looking away from his microscope. "What are you talking about?"
"A Christmas tree?"
"I don't have a Christmas tree."
"You buy one, Sherlock."
"I'm not buying a Christmas tree," Sherlock said with a tone of finality, looking back to his microscope.
"I could," John suggested.
"No."
"But, Sherlock-"
"No."
"I've always had a Christmas tree!"
Sherlock didn't respond and John stared at him in growing irritation. John tolerated all of this experiment stuff and Sherlock wouldn't even let him have a Christmas tree?
"Honestly, John," Sherlock murmured.
"It's Christmas! We're having a tree!"
"No, we're not."
"This isn't up for discussion."
"You asked," Sherlock reminded.
"I take the question back."
"You can't take words back, John."
"We're having a Christmas tree."
Sherlock sighed heavily, leaning away from his microscope. "And where, do tell, are you going to put it, John?"
John blinked. "Well..." He cast his gaze about the sitting room. Sherlock was right; they had virtually no room for anything else.
"We're not having a Christmas tree."
John sighed, dropping his head onto his hand, silently brooding.
Because I don't think they actually had a Christmas tree! D: