Another of Atlin's great b-words. Have some pre-slash awkward bromance confusion today! Poor Sarah. She really does get the short end of the stick a lot.
It's peaceful here in Sarah's apartment. John's settled on the sofa, his hand resting casually on her knee. It's comfortable, it's nice. It's not dull, John keeps trying to tell himself. It's a well-needed respite from the insanity that is his life. Definitely not dull.
Sarah's looking lovely tonight, and John finds himself idly wondering if they'll finally end up in bed. The idea should excite him more, but oddly enough, he can't bring himself to care too much. It's not that she's unattractive or uninteresting, there's just something missing he can't quite put his finger on.
His phone beeps , new text alert. Instinctively he reaches for it and then stops himself. Not tonight, I promised. Noticing, Sarah smiles. It should have been pretty, even alluring, but John just thinks she looks insipid tonight. He smiles back, a tight, awkward grimace, and goes back to staring at the telly. His phone beeps again. He stiffens, doing his best to ignore it. It beeps a third time.
He sighs theatrically, but Sarah can see the excitement on his face. "Go ahead. It might be important."
"No, it's fine. He's probably…" Probably what? Destroyed an armchair? Gotten kidnapped? Who even knows anymore.
"John, I promise, I don't mind. We do need to talk about this but for the time being, Sherlock beckons."