The next morning was just as puzzling as the day before for John. Mary returned from the hospital in crutches, being near unable to walk from the blisters caused by the weight of her pregnancy and shoes which were too small. Sherlock was up, sitting at the breakfast table. He illuminated the rainy morning with his fiery spirit and rekindled energy. A grin often appeared on his features as he ate breakfast with the Watsons, and John couldn't help but glance at him as he stared out the window. Of course, Sherlock didn't exactly look as peachy, but that didn't run the moment. Mary was guarded around Sherlock. Her body tense, offering only a fake half-smile when John peered over at her. She had known him long enough to know he wasn't dangerous, right? Did Mary know something John didn't? Nevertheless, the breakfast was plentiful and delicious. Being satisfied, Sherlock rose from his seat to wash his plate. John was nearly stunned at his modesty, and smiled to himself despite his confusion.
"Hey Sherlock?" bugged John, himself emerging from his seat to clean his plate.
"Yes John?" Sherlock jeered sarcastically.
"Since you're apparently feeling better and all, why don't we go back to Baker street together? I would like to judge your living situation, and see if the problem you're facing is merely environmental."
Sherlock had just finished cleaning his plate, prepared to put it away when he hesitated.
"I don't think you would like what you see." Sherlock replied. This got John very curious.
"Too bad. I'm going anyway." insisted John.
"Really, it's just a mess is all.. there's no need to..." Sherlock reasoned. Despite his attempts, Sherlock recognized the look in John's eyes. That military strength glare that he found so weakening. Sherlock stepped back, racing out the door to hail a cab in the hopes he would be able to get to 221b before John could.