John likes to ask Sherlock questions about his past, Sherlock likes to ask John any questions. Sherlock's mind often ran like a child's, that was no secret. He thought of anything to say, and most of the time he didn't think before he spoke.
John learned to accept that. He's learned to just answer Sherlock's questions without hesitation, as quickly as Sherlock asks.
Often times they were:
"What's your favorite color, John?"
"Blue."
"What's your favorite month?"
"July."
"When did you lose your virginity?"
"16."
"To a boy?"
"22."
"Why so late?"
"I don't know, I didn't want to have sex with a man until then, I guess."
"Have you ever eaten a fish?"
"How do you mean?"
"Like a live fish."
"Why would I eat a live fish?"
"It was just a question. If you're going to get defensive you don't have to answer."
"No, I've never eaten a live fish, you weirdo."
"John, what's your favorite part of sex?"
"That it's with you, and I love you."
"No. I mean, literally. Favorite feeling."
"I guess, uh, the end."
"Of course."
"Why? Is that a weird answer?"
"I guess not, if that's how you feel."
But John likes to know things about Sherlock from his past. He likes to ask questions to really get to know Sherlock.
"What did you study at Uni, Sherlock?"
"Everything I was interested in."
"What do you mean?"
Sherlock shrugged, "I just took classes I was interested in that I thought would actually help me in life."
"What do you have a degree in?"
"I don't."
"What do you mean?"
"I don't have a degree."
"So…"
"When I finished learning everything I wanted, I just, sort of, left."
"You just left Uni without a degree?"
"Yes."
"Huh."
"What?"
"Nothing. Just interesting."
"How many ex's do you have, Sherlock?"
"Define ex."
"How many times have you been heartbroken?"
"I've never been heartbroken."
"What about Irene?"
Sherlock smiled, "Oh, that. I guess that was my only relationship, other than you."
"But she broke your heart."
"How do you figure?"
"Well, you…switched sides, if you know what I mean."
"I didn't."
"But you like men now."
"I don't like men, I like you."
"What am I?"
"John."
John smiled. "Really, though. You said women aren't your area."
"She dumped me thirty seconds after I proposed to her. I wouldn't say women are my area, would you?"
John chuckled, "I guess not. You proposed?"
"Yes."
"How old were you?"
"I think…32? Yeah, that sounds right."
"How old was she?"
"37, or so."
"What happened?"
"I don't know. I asked her to marry me and she said no. Then she broke up with me."
"Why do you think she did that?"
"She didn't want to be married."
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be. Now I have you."
John smiled. "How long were you with her?"
Sherlock chuckled, "Well. We were together, then we weren't, then we were, then we weren't, then we were, then we finally just stopped. We met when I was 21, in Uni. And we were together for two years. After I left Uni, she left England. I followed her. Wherever she'd go, I'd go. That went on for two years, then we settled down in America for a while, in New York, even though I hated it. We stayed there for around two years. Then, she left again. And I left her alone for about a year. Then, I found her again. Or, rather, she found me. And we were together for two years. Then, we were apart for a few months, then back together until I proposed."
"Why were you with her on and off for so long?"
"I loved her."
"Oh." John felt sad for some reason.
"I don't anymore, John. I got over it. Her."
"I know. I mean, I'd hope you didn't still love her."
"I don't. I love you, only you and only ever you again."
John kissed Sherlock.
He didn't like Irene for hurting Sherlock, but he appreciated her for saying no to his proposal.