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Sherlock stared at his experiment. He was no longer interested in the results, having fallen into a trap-door of his mind palace.
Interesting, he thought, I don't recall putting one here. Admittedly, he was in the heart of it and hadn't accessed it in months, perhaps years. Not since John moved in, Sherlock thought, slowly coming to a realization.
He registered John's tread on the stairs, heavier than usual. Sister? No. Shopping? He looked up as John was coming in.
"Come on, then. Help me out," John said a bit amused.
Sherlock nodded hoping the flame of his cheeks went unnoticed.
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