John was cautious around Sherlock for a while, in an attempt to figure out what had happened that morning. Why was Sherlock Holmes showing...emotion? Every morning, since Mrs. Hudson was away for a week, John would wake up and go downstairs to make Sherlock some tea. Of course Sherlock was awake already, he just hadn't bothered to make it himself, he just expects it to appear in front of him somehow. John prepared his coffee and Sherlock's tea and walked with one in each hand into the living room, where Sherlock was sitting motionless in his chair. "Here you go, figured if I didn't make it you'd die of dehydration." John said sarcastically as he put the mug down on the desk next to Sherlock. "So how're you?" John asked as he sat in his own chair, hoping to get some sort of answer. Instead of an answer he got a confused facial expression from the man sitting in front of him. "How am I? Since when do we ask questions like that? I didn't know we were doing small talk now" He said, confusion on his face still fully in tact. "It's not small talk I just- okay it is, I just want to know if everything's okay? Ever since what happened a couple of days ago you seem...I dunno...I mean...are you sure that-"
"You do have a way with words, Watson"
"Oh shut it. I just want to know that you are doing okay."
"Yes I'm fine."
"Is this one of those things where you say you're fine and you're not because according to my past relationships I'm not very good at determining whethe-"
"I'm fine." Sherlock picked up the tea that was getting cold on his desk and took a sip. "Why wouldn't I be? I had that case last night which you so kindly refused to join me in. It was good- well I say good, it was one of the simplest, cliché murders I've ever encountered, but it was quite amusing that everyone was absolutely terrified when nothing had really happened." John squinted at Sherlock with a slight hint of disgust at his lack of sympathy, but quickly remembered who he was talking to. "Okay. I was just wondering. Anyway got any plans for today? Any other cases you'd like to work on?"
"Hmm, I'll probably continue with the experiment I started last night, I got bored and went outside to see if I could find traces of Class A drugs in and around our flat. You know they say that there-" Sherlock was abruptly interrupted by the phone, which John picked up. "Hello?...Oh hi!...Sounds good...uh huh...yeah, how about 7?...Okay cool, I'll see you then...you too, bye." John put down the phone and looked up at Sherlock, who seemed defensive for whatever reason. "Who was that?"
"Oh, that was Danielle, remember I met her last week? We're gonna go out tonight for dinner and a movie."
"Really? Dinner and a movie, have you really stooped down to the dullest, most predictable idea of a so called date?" John sighed. "Well what do you want me to do, huh? Take her to the bloody moon?"
Sherlock shrugged his shoulders and finished the remainders of his tea. When Mrs. Hudson made it there would never be anything left at the bottom, but when John made it there would always be little pieces at the bottom where the tea bag had slightly broken. Sherlock took the last sip and stood up quickly. Although he didn't admit it, something was wrong. And he would never say it but he really loved John's company. Even if he made Sherlock mediocre tea.