A/N: Because I was feeling much like the mood of this one.
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Warning: Mention of drug abuse.
"Are you back to using drugs again?" Harry asked quietly from his position on the sofa.
Seven simple words stop Sherlock half way through playing with the violin; leave him stiff and tense for a second. He was quick to start playing again but the damage was already done. Harry understood Sherlock's need for cocaine, but that didn't mean he like it. The last time Sherlock was without a case he nearly overdosed. In his worry and panic Harry didn't do anything other than getting rid of every drug in his or Sherlock's place.
Harry thought that Sherlock would have given up his drug habits with his near death experience, or at least after Mycroft's hour long lecture.
He also thought that he meant something for Sherlock. He knows that he does mean something to Sherlock, just not what he hoped he does.
Harry gets up in silence, taking advantage of Sherlock turned back and that he is immersed, once again in the violin.
It's only when the sound of a door closing reaches Sherlock, does he stops playing the violin. A minute later Sherlock pulls out a blank music sheet and starts playing again.