Sherlock was located on the sofa, his slender body practically spilling over the edges as his hands perched up near his mouth. John, on the other hand, had taken work off to be with his silent companion and was brewing cups of tea in the kitchen. His few attempts earlier proved futile, seeing as the detective didn't respond quite well when John decided to fumble with the violin or play the telly at a level of volume considered a ridicule. Even Mrs. Hudson stopping by didn't lessen his ways when bearing in mind that she aimed to chat with him.
Once he had finished with a the tea, John sauntered into the sitting room with two cups in his hands and placed them both on the table adjacent to the couch. Now sitting on the floor near Sherlock's head, the caring doctor began talking.
"I do trust that we have both agreed you can hear me," he began, raking his hand through his hair while his lips pressed in thought of what to say next.
His mind fumbled for the most decent words before settling on some he believed worthy of the violinist to hear. "Sherlock, I understand why you are doing this, and the necessity of it all, but for me may you communicate again? I'm becoming quite lonely without the bickering," he chuckled, "and I'm certain you long for more of my complaints once more"
Other than a very slight crook of a smile, there was no response from the detective. John sighed.
He clutched his laptop from the coffee table near him and began typing before reciting words off of chance webpage. Somehow, he had a bit more of hope in this attempt than the others and decided if it didn't work, he'd merely leave the great detective to vocalize on his own. "The words 'solar system' refer to the Sun or a star and all of the objects that travel around it. These objects include planets, natural satellites such as the Moon, the asteroid belt, comets, and meteoroids. Our solar system has an elliptical shape and is part of a-"
But then he was cut off.
"John, do you really think I'm that ignorant and brainless?" Sherlock scoffed, eyes narrowed in accusation at his blogger.
The soldier's face shot up with the maximum glee a grown man could have. Oh, how he'd desired for these rubbish, stubborn comments. "Finally," he breathed in exclamation while joining Sherlock on the couch. His firm arms wrapped around the gangly frame of his friend and he pressed his nose against the man's shoulder. There wasn't much excess room on the sofa now, not to mention the lack of it prior to John joining the detective.
With his chin resting atop John's head, Sherlock remarked softly, "I was here the whole time. You do know that, hmm?"
The doctor grinned as he nodded. "Just worried," he mumbled into the fabric of the violinist's dressing robe.
A smile, despite the fact that John couldn't see, appeared on Sherlock's lips- bright and joyful. "You always are," he murmured, swooping down to kiss the doctor swiftly on the forehead.
I know, I know, this is not the chocolate shoppe. I have a long drive coming up this week and I'll be working on that and another prompt then. They both should be uploaded soon. Thank you for reading! ^-^