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It was mid-afternoon when John got back from running errands. Unsurprisingly, there was still a grumbling, unsociable lump on the sofa, wrapped in a tartan dressing gown.
"Still not talking then, are we?"
John was rewarded with a grunt, and treated to the sight of Sherlock somehow burrowing further into the sofa. He leaned over and started running his fingers lightly through Sherlock's curls, knowing it usually got him a favourable reaction.
"Come on then, what's wrong?"
Sherlock flopped over, looking for all the world like it was paining him to do so.
"Bored."
"Did you call Lestrade? Maybe he's got a cold case or two for you."
"No."
"Why don't you?"
Sherlock merely grumbled again and threw his head back, hitting the sofa cushions with a satisfying thud. If Lestrade wanted him, he could bloody well call.
"Well, I was thinking of going for a walk, care to come with me? Change of scenery might do you some good."
John got another charming grunt for his efforts, this time accompanied with a lovely rolling of the eyes and that familiar You're an idiot expression.
Clearly there was no reasoning with Sherlock right now, the best thing to do would be to just let him sulk for a bit. Smiling indulgently, John simply patted Sherlock's back and left him to brood.