Oops...nice going, John.
Unfortunate Implications
"Having fun with Mycroft, John?" Sherlock asked that night.
John looked up at Sherlock as he blew out the candle Mrs. Hudson had bought them ("To cover up the smell of all those chemicals," she'd said- And the smell of cadaver, John had thought wryly- as she'd handed him a pink candle labeled "Dusty Rose").
"He's friendly."
"Certainly." Sherlock let the bite creep into the edge of his voice.
"I'm sure you have more important things to do than consider my relationship with your brother," said John, only realizing a second later, as Sherlock's brows rose, what that'd sounded like.
Prompt was #45: dusty rose