"This movie is complete nonsense."
"Oh hush. Everyone says that it's brilliant and you promised to keep your deductions to yourself this time."
"It was one time John. And it was about a bloody horse during the war!"
"Yes, well you still deduced everything about the fictional people's lives!"
Sherlock groans from his left, head thrown back in boredom. "But the idea of dreams within another dream and living there is absurd!"
John snorts as he moves to sit next to Sherlock.
"I mean yes, lucid dreaming can be achieved but to create whole worlds inside multiple dreams?! Ridiculous."
John laughs, "Coming from a man who has a mind palace."
"Don't mock me John. It's fundamental to our work and has been proven to work, thank you very much. Unlike this Hollywood monstrosity."
"Just watch the damn movie Sherlock."
"At least they chose a decent song."
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"If they can just of a bigger weapon, then why bother with those smaller ones in the first place."
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"Obviously that man likes the young woman, look at the way his tie is knotted!"
"Sherlock, shut up."
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"Of course it all ends up with the father and the sin. How dull."
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Soft, dark curls rub against John's face.
Whispering, "Sherlock?"
All John gets is a sniff and a face full of Sherlock's hair before he drapes himself over John's side.
"I guess I can finish this another time."
John grabs the fleece that hangs over the back of the couch and throws it over the both of them before he finally nods off to sleep.
A soft voice, drifts through John's sleep muddled brain, "Goodnight John."