John walked up the stairs to his flat slowly. His shoulders were slumped over and he sighed as he entered the room.
Sherlock continued to play his violin paying no mind to John who was sulking about his now ex-girlfriend. John fell on his back onto the long couch that was against the wall papered wall with a smiley face on it. He sighed again.
Oscar jumped up onto the couch and laid down on his chest.
"Hello Oscar," John said petting Oscar's face.
He meowed back, his claws digging into John's jumper as he got comfortable on John's chest.
John sighed again, Oscar meowed, and John scratched between his ears.
"You care don't you," John said to Oscar.
"Of course I do," Sherlock responded.
"I wasn't talking to you," John said.
"No, I know, you were talking to a cat that won't respond back to you. I was just trying to fix the void between you and Oscar." Sherlock said, then began playing the violin again.
"Oscar responds," John said twisting his body up so he could look at Sherlock but not enough to make Oscar move.
Sherlock laughed then continued with his tune.
"Watch," John said returning his attention to Oscar. "Are you watching Sherlock?"
"Of course," Sherlock said still playing.
"Do you care about me, Oscar?"
Oscar meowed, and John smiled then looked back up at Sherlock who seemed unimpressed.
"Did you see that?"
"Yes, he meowed. He meows when I play the violin." Sherlock said.
"Then stop playing," John yelled.
He turned back and looked at Oscar again, who was tilting his head.
"You love me, don't you , Oscar," John said like he was talking to a baby. Sherlock rolled his eyes.
Again Oscar meowed.
"You see, he does care, and he does respond," John said
"How can he care? He has no idea what you're talking about," Sherlock said walking over to them.
"Yes he does. You said it yourself. He is very smart, very unusual for a cat," John said petting a purring Oscar.
"It doesn't mean he understands that you're sad because your girlfriend broke it off with you," Sherlock said.
"Who says she broke it off with me," John said.
Sherlock didn't say anything. He just looked at John with a "do you know who I am" look.
"Okay, that's beside the point. Oscar doesn't care why I'm sad, the thing that matters is that he knows I'm sad."
"Or maybe he just wants attention?"
"Or maybe he genuinely cares, unlike some people."
It got quiet and John turned his attention back to Oscar who was slowly falling asleep.
"Just because I choose to be detached doesn't mean I don't care," Sherlock said then exited the room.
Oscar woke up and jumped off John's chest, following Sherlock.
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