June 26th, 2005
Sherlock's POV
When he first discovered that John was coming over for Sunday, he was excited. Now though, as he gets ready for the doctor's arrival, he starts fretting. What if he does something wrong and John wants to leave immediately? John's coming over to mediate between his brother and him, what if John thinks Mycroft is right and that he is doing something wrong? What if- he shakes his head to stop the thoughts and break away from that line of thinking. There are better things he can consider. Like: could he play his violin for John? Would John be able to register it if he's playing? Should he show John downstairs to the lab? He hasn't been using it, but he could still show off a little bit. Maybe.

Pacing his room, he tries to focus on getting ready. So far he has slacks, socks, and shoes. Now he needs to pick a shirt to wear and decide if he wants to try taming his curls or not.

A single knock at his door tell him that Jim is just outside it.

Does he want the agent to come in? Maybe, maybe not? Would it be of any help if Jim did come in? Again, maybe, maybe not? Why's this so hard? The agent has been part of his life for the last ten days, surely by now he should know whether Jim will be useful or not.

Quickly crossing the floor, he throws the door open before returning to pacing.

Jim slips in, shutting the door behind himself and leaning against it calmly. Dark eyes watch as he continues to pace between his dresser, closet, and bed.

-He seems to enjoy the dark purple shirt,- Jim suggests when he glances towards the agent.

Stopping, he narrows his eyes and motions for the smaller man to continue.

-Well, normally he keeps his focus on your face. When you're wearing that dark purple shirt, his eyes follow its lines before returning to your face nearly every time, and several times over.- The agent states with a lazy shrug.

Thinking about it, he nods as he realizes that Jim's right, pivots on the ball of his foot, heading to the closet to grab that shirt. Well, one of them, he has a few different purple shirts. The dark purple with the silver buttons is actually his favorite because of how it feels against his skin, but it's not one he wears a lot. He should see about getting a few more like that one actually. Hmmm. Mycroft has offered to let him use the tailor as much as he wants, so he could do it, but he's feeling conflicted as to why his brother offered. He doesn't want pity, that's worse than dislike or indifference.

A more interesting thing to consider is why John would like how he looks in that shirt? He's not good looking. He never has been. Just ask anyone he went to school or university with. Frowning, he stops and stares at the mirror over his dresser as he continues to think of that question. It doesn't make sense.

He's startled out of his thoughts when Jim moves into his line of sight in the mirror.

-You look a bit thin right now, a little like your getting past a nasty illness, unkempt even, but the bases of a good looking adult are still there.- The agent tells him seriously. –Believe me, one of the most useful things about being a psychopath is the ability to read people and manipulate them as needed. Aesthetics and looks are often a large part of it. You could easily put your looks to work for you.-

He blinks, tilting his head to the side and studying the agent with narrow eyes. Jim's been open about being a psychopath and what he does. Is the smaller man being open here too? Could Jim be right? It seems hard to believe but as far as he knows the agent hasn't lied to him yet. It's definitely something to consider. Just not right now when John is supposed to be here in less than an hour and he's still not all the way dressed.

Giving a small shake of his head, he pulls the shirt on and sets to buttoning it.

Without turning from the mirror he slowly signs, -Think John would appreciate any of those?- finishing with a wave towards his instruments.

Jim turns towards them, eyes sweeping the collection before turning back. –Considering how well you play? Yes.- Rolling his head, the agent comments, -The cello might be the easiest for this room. We can make arrangements for you to take the violin to the office, I am quite sure he would be able to make it out there.-

Nodding, he moves over to the area the instruments are at, grabs the cello, and carries it over to his bed. He has a plan, plans are a good thing. Hopefully John will stick around long enough for him to get a chance to play. That would be a great thing and a wonderful way for the visit to go. Hopefully whatever his brother and the doctor want to talk about doesn't ruin the visit and he'll get a chance to.

Dark eyes narrow on him as Jim states quietly, "Don't worry, you will." There is both a threat and a promise in that statement, sending a small shiver down his spine.

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