First off, this takes place around the beginning of "The Blind Banker," when Sherlock and John make an appearance at the Bank of London. I'm having so much fun with these! Keep in mind, the point of these drabbles is not to follow each case, but rather to polish every Sherlock and John friendship moment to a brilliant shine. Thank you!
I don't know what made me say it.
I probably just crushed something with the likeness of a butterfly.
"This is my friend, John Watson," Sherlock had said.
Sebastian had smirked. "Friend?"
"Colleague," I'd said.
I'm an idiot.
Sherlock goes utterly still; Sebastian takes no notice of our awkward pause, always effervescent.
I purse my lips, and turn away. Sherlock blinks rather rapidly for a moment.
I see it return; the old calculating coolness swallows his brief upset.
Which leaves me with a question.
He thinks of me as his friend, then?
I believe he does.
Ah.
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