Nothing is mine.
Everything in 221B had a specific place. A niche. It was something sherlock needed, no demanded in order to function properly.
But, Sherlock realized, John had an order all of his own. Of course he would, he is a military man. Sherlock, of course, had been in John's room. he was blatantly curious of the type of man who would kill for him within 24 hours of meeting.
Hospital corners. books by genre. Things placed neatly. Shoes lined up. No dust in sight. Laptop at the desk with his gun in the drawer.
It was order but not Sherlock's order.
Thank you for reading.