Sherlock sat on the chair staring at the wall quietly, he was bored, he has done no cases for a couple of months and John around, he really wants to do a case but the entire one in the pile on the desk are incredibly boring. He could hear John typing on the keyboard of his laptop. He inhales the warm air and then exhaling out softly. He needed a smoke or those nicotine batches but John refuse to give him any.
"John I need them." He said holding his hand out in the air in gesture to give to them. "No, Sherlock." He responded. "I need it." He said keeping his hand held out forward. He was ignored and grunts in response. He got up and walked around the room, ravaging through some of the stuff. "Sherlock, it's no use." John spoke out calmly. Sherlock formed a scowl following a small pout before he collapsed down onto the couch, curling up and sulking.
John glances towards Sherlock who's sulking on the couch like a child. He smiles lightly, finding it a bit adorable. He felt his phone buzz and looks at his text.
'Sherlock not answering his text messages. It he alright? –MH' 1 minute ago.
John raised a brow and spoke. "Sherlock, your brother trying to contact you." He said hearing a grunt from the sulking body on the couch. "I am aware." He replied back, not moving from the couch. "Why are you not answering him?" He asked him confusedly. "Because he worried about me too much and I don't want to talk to my brother. He should be in America discussing in a meeting guess he had other plans." He said with a simple hand gesture in the air.
John text Mycroft back.
'Sherlock's fine, just sulking on the couch because he's bored. It's the usual. –JW' He sent the text and puts his phone back into his pocket.
"Sherlock how about we go out? Don't think sitting around going to do any good." He suggested. Sherlock rose up to his feet immediately. "Yes let's go out somewhere, It's boring in here." He said before turning and disappearing down the stairs. "Sherlock!" He called up to him, putting his laptop on to the chair and follows after him. "You wanted to go out the entire time?" "Yes, you just noticed?" He raised a brow. "Why?" He asked confusedly. "Because you clearly kept staring at me every 2 minutes if I was going to disappear at any moment. I am trying to prove I am not going to go anywhere or disappear or worse." He replied to him. John pressed his lips to a thin line and looks away. "I know, but don't hurt to be concerned." He said. Sherlock frowns in disagreement and.
John and Sherlock went into the café, Sherlock finding a spot which a waitress handed them both a menu. He didn't thank the waitress though John thanked the waitress. Sherlock still not understand why it's needed to say thank you when it's the waitress job, no matter what, to help the customers.
He ordered himself a steak, with mash potato and gravy. John ordered himself a chicken with some fries on the side. They barely talked, though they stared at each other multiple times if communicating through body gestures and eyes. Few minutes their food got to their table and Sherlock didn't hesitate to start eating his food.
Sherlock was first to finish his plate, wiping around his mouth and lips of any food and crumbs. He pushed the plate to the edge of the table for it to be picked up. He watches John eat, watching his movement and expression. John finally looked up to see Sherlock staring at him as if he was some kind of interesting prey. "What?" He responded. Sherlock simply gave him a smile. "Nothing." He said, looking out the window intently.