Seven - Reena
John watched Sherlock with contempt for a few seconds before opening his laptop and logging onto his blog.
"John," Sherlock said over his shoulder, "are you really still angry with me?"
John looked up with a start. This wasn't like the usually cold-blooded detective. It seemed as though Sherlock wanted to say something that he was holding back.
John couldn't be angry with him for long, and had already forgiven him…to some extent.
"No, Sherlock," he said quietly, "I'll see you in the morning."
He got up and hobbled off to his room, feeling the searing pain in his leg returning. The situation was growing awkward, and anyway, it was late.
He could resume the search for Mycroft tomorrow.
Sherlock watched him go with a smug smile on his was invaluable as a companion – he could be fed any story and would believe anything!
