You shyly look back up into his eyes, in which you get lost for a second. Sherlock frowns while listening to your words carefully but then a soft smile spread across his face and reached his eyes.
"I honestly must say that I don't know either. I finally get how John feels most of the time", Sherlock answers. You try to hide your amusement but you fail and start chuckling with hands in front of your mouth. Sherlock winks at you and walks out the room, but leaves the door open. A silent invitation to follow him. You nearly fall out of bed, because you feet got entangled with the bed sheets. You have a hard time trying not to fall face forward onto the wooden floor. You eventually manage to get out of the comfy bed without tumbling to the floor and quickly follow Sherlock out of the room, which was probably his. "So...what is it about the eye in the jar?" you ask consciously while you walk out the floor and into the light flooded corridor. You hurry into the living room where Sherlock lets himself crash on the couch, in which you sat last evening. He lies outstretched on his back, with on hand under his head. Sherlock looks at the ceiling and asks you "Do you like it?"
"Well, it's kinda creepy. But it's quite cool I guess... You're not gonna tell me where you got it from, will you?" you add the second part slightly disappointed.
"Nope" he tells you calmly.
"What a pity" you mumble more to yourself than you ask loud "Where's your boyfriend?"
"John Watson is not my boyfriend!" he informs you, sounding like he has to say that quite often.
You raise an eyebrow at him, and Sherlock just rolls his eyes, which brings a low chuckle out of you.
"And John is at work" he adds.
"He's a doctor, isn't he?" you assume, from how he acted last night.
"Yup. How do you knew?"
"Obvious, he stayed calm but firmly as I broke down. John stayed very professional. And as he picked me up from the ground, he smelled like disinfectant only doctors have access to."
He just stares at you, suddenly Sherlock elegantly jumps up from the sofa and heads towards you.
Only a few feet away from you, he stands still takes your tiny hand in his long and skinny one and says:"It is a real pleasure to meet you, Abby".
He smiles at you with the most incredible and most gorgeous smile you've ever seen.