Assumptions

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If there was one thing about life with Sherlock that John found was a constant, it was that people stared and people talked.

Before, everyone talked because they automatically assumed that just because they were living in the same flat, they were in some kind of- of relationship. Which, he would like to say, they weren't.

Now that Sherlock looked like an eight year old, and wasn't calling himself Sherlock outside of private conversations, that was pretty much forgone.

No, now people stared because there went John Watson, who was projecting his expectations onto his flatmate's cousin, just a boy at that. Who could, obviously, hardly live up to the great consulting detective's reputation. People stared because they talked one another as equals, and John didn't bother talking down to his friend just because their height difference went the other way nowadays.

And then there were the ones who came - somehow, he did NOT know how - to the conclusion that 'Sherringford' was his.

Which he certainly was not, thank you very much.

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AN: Another shrunk!Sherlock drabble. This time only written to explain a picture I'd done of him and John. The idea of an adult and a child interacting as equals struck me as something worthy of note...