A/N This one is extremely short, sorry about that!
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LIX. Annoyance
"Why don't you just talk once in a while?" John finally demands, turning to glare at his flatmate, who's sprawled on the long couch, his feet extended and his hands positioned at his chin, staring at the ceiling. He's been in such a position for about ten hours now, never rising, eating, or drinking—never so much as blinking, as far as John can tell.
He doesn't respond, of course, just glares slightly, still not taking his gaze away from the ceiling. Growling in frustration, John stalks to the other side of the room. Annoyance is beginning to creep up around the edges of him, hot and twitchy, and he has the sudden urge to throw something. Why does Sherlock have to be so damn obnoxious sometimes? To be completely honest, John thinks that his silences are worse than his rants, by a long shot. They just stretch on and on, and he won't move, won't talk, just lays there… and then, at the end of it, he'll dismiss the whole damn thing as 'thinking,' which is absolutely ridiculous. Nobody thinks like that, for hours and hours on end. Nobody thinks so hard that they can't spare just ten seconds to answer John's question about the grocery shopping.
His anger will never last for more than a couple of days, though. Sherlock always manages to turn it around, outweigh his negative characteristics with how generally fantastic he is. And John ends up exasperated with himself more than anyone else, by the way, for letting things slide so easily.