Sherlock was standing at the window, halfway through a long-winded tangent on the inferiority of the criminal class, before he realized that John was gone.
He realized that he should have noticed before this. He noticed everything. Yes, he does notice everything; maybe it was the just the fact that he had noticed and hadn't processed it. He had been assessing different types of home insulation for the past week, after all, so why would he catalogue John's every movement. Yes, that was it.
He narrowed his eyes before he wandered away from the window. Boredom was creeping into his mind. Normally, he would have just kept talking out loud; however, when he noticed that John wasn't there, it tended to decrease his desire to actually speak at all.
Throwing himself onto the couch unceremoniously, he let the heavy sigh slip from in between his lips. Boredom was tedious, tedious matters led to boredom. It was a huge circle of never-ending torment.
It was worse when John wasn't there.
He groaned, dangling his arm over his eyes. If this continued for much longer, he was going to revert back to nicotine patches, and then John would yell at him when he got home.
Although, John yelling at him would be better than the silent boredom that he was dealing with now...
He peeked under his arm towards John's chair, sighing quietly to himself.
Working slowly. Been a bit of writer blocked lately. I know what my next two will be (I have a pattern here. The first three were Sherlock's -enter work that begins with 's'- now it's the letter 'l'. Yeah) but yeah... bit not good that I'm not in the mood to write. We'll see. Hopefully my skills flip back on soon. xD
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