Better out than in.
The moment they got back to Holmes Manor, Sherlock ran upstairs and straight into his room, slamming the door. John was left in the corridor, speechless. They needed to talk about what happened, not hide from it. And what the hell was he supposed to do in a random house?
In answer to his thoughts, Mycroft introduced his presence with a cough. He was leaning on the door frame, looking quite amused. John stopped himself frowning. What did he have to smile about?
'Come, John. He will not be gracing you with his presence tonight. It's far too early for sleeping during a holiday, don't you think?' John felt he should nod, but was suddenly aware of how tired he really was. 'Good, good. I have work to do, but Gregory's watching some new WikiLeaks film, you may find that you'd enjoy it'.
John nodded, and walked past Mycroft into the room. It was huge, with ornate decorations and large, dark leather sofas. Greg motioned for him to come and sit down, but didn't speak, obviously engrossed in the film, despite it only being running for a couple of minutes.
'You falling for him?' Greg questioned, his eyes not leaving the screen.
'What?!' John asked, shocked at how easy to read he must be.
Greg, obviously understanding his thoughts, chuckled. 'Oh, no. Mycroft has cameras everywhere, mate. He wasn't going to let you two go out completely alone.'
He was quiet for a moment, before continuing.
'So you are falling for him, then? Sherlock?' he whispered, still mesmerised by the man with white hair prancing around the television screen.
John didn't say anything, but began to think.
Was he falling for his best friend?
They relied on each other so heavily now. Sherlock refused point blank to make any other friends at college, and John had found that others were more unfriendly towards him due to the lack of time he spent with them. He didn't particularly care, but it meant when they had an argument, they each found they had nothing to do. They acted a bit like an old married couple.
'I don't know...' John shrugged, trying to be casual, but the crack in his voice, betrayed him.
Greg pulled him into a hug, and whispered 'It's not easy falling for a Holmes, and once you're in, there's no escape...
But the ride's incredible. And you'll never get a second chance if you choose wrong'.
'I feel like I love him' John said more loudly, gaining confidence.
He was about to continue, when he heard a scuffle. He turned round and saw the ends of Sherlock's scarf trail out of the open doorway.
'Shit' John said, burrowing into the comfy sofa, hiding his face.
'Better out than in, I suppose' Greg laughed, not making the situation any better.
'Go on' he pushed, nudging John from the sofa.
'Talk to him.'