Jeez, he really was gay. He really was gay and since he didn't have a boyfriend already, people would assume- Oh, okay. Well. That was fine. He'd just correct them. They'd learn eventually. Okay. Good. He could handle that. Deep breath.
"John, I think you should know that I consider myself married to my work, and while I'm flattered by your interest-"
He almost choked. He literally almost choked. Sherlock thought he was- Okay, right when he had just talked himself into believing that he could just squash any rumours- Okay, no, this was fine. Sherlock was confused. Sherlock wasn't all there, Sherlock's mind was on the case and not functioning properly, because John was most definitely not gay. He liked women. Very much.
With thoughts that very much mirrored what he thought his face looked like, he went back to his dinner. For being so brilliant with deductions, Sherlock was terrible with reading things like this.
Yes, Sherlock is stupid when it comes to sentiment. We all know that. And it's great. :D
Getting closer to the end, but still quite a few more oneshots to go for A Study in Pink/A Study in Speculation. And then I'll be onto the next bigger and better thing, namely, The Blind Banker.
Review, please and ta!