The sound of the front door opening had John holding his hand up to forestall any further questions Sherlock may have had.
Still facing the sink he lifted his head and listened, then hurried out to open the door to the flat.
"Mrs Hudson, how many times do I have to tell you not to carry the shopping upstairs for me, I'm blind not incapable."
"Now John," A motherly voice chided. "I had help…."
"It's only me Doc." Gary followed Mrs Hudson through the door.
"Oh! You have company." Mrs Hudson looked interestedly at Sherlock. "Are you staying with John?"
"Yes he is, and no we're not." John had taken the bags from Gary and was busily unloading fresh fruit and vegetable into the fridge.
Sherlock looked confused, his eyes darting between his host and the landlady.
"Oh there's nothing to be ashamed of, we get all sorts round here…."
"Yes, and Mrs Turner next door has married ones, enough Mrs Hudson please! I do have a favour to ask though."
"Of course dear."
John reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.
"I want you to buy Sherlock some decent clothes." He handed over a bank card. "Take what money you need from the account."
"Hang on a minute." Sherlock protested. "What is she implying?"
"That you're my boyfriend."