Several of you requested a resolution to yesterday's angsty abuse, and you know I aim to please :)
Barely an hour later, Sherlock hears John's footfalls echoing in the stairwell.
"Jeanette still charming and lovely as ever, I take it?" He snarks, eyeing John suspiciously.
John just scowls and rummages through the fridge for a beer. He crosses the living room and sits heavily in his armchair, across from Sherlock.
"Shut it, would you? Besides, she's not that interesting after all."
"So she wasn't interested in... how do you put it? Make-up sex?"
John's face is pinched, but eventually he relaxes, even letting out a low chuckle.
"Not one for beating around the bush, are you?"
"No, but apparently you are."
John splutters, spilling beer down his front. "Sherlock, was that... innuendo?" Sherlock merely shrugs, raising an eyebrow. John grins and raises the nearly empty bottle in a mock toast. "Well done, then, it was a good one. I think I'm about done with... er... bushes for a while though. What do you say to that movie night?"
"I think I'd like that, John. I am sorry your date didn't work out, but I'm glad you're back."
"Don't worry about it, it was never going to work out. Besides" John smiles, stretching his feet out and sinking further into his comfortable chair. His bare toes are dangerously close to Sherlock's, but he doesn't move them. "This is much better."