"It's fine. You sit here. I'll clean it up." He smiled patiently at Sherlock. It was okay. All of it. God he wanted to tell the genius everything. But magic... That went against all sciences. It wasn't logical.
He got up, taking his own half eaten plate with him. John went into the kitchen, putting the plate into the sink, he got to work. The glass and water from the floorml. Dishes from breakfast.
He winced when he felt that light get stronger, get closer. Seriously was going to punch whoever it was.
And in strolled Greg Lestrade.
He had only been living with Sherlock for a few months and felt like he knew Greg better than Sherlock.
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Date: 2019-01-10 04:30 am (UTC)He got up, taking his own half eaten plate with him. John went into the kitchen, putting the plate into the sink, he got to work. The glass and water from the floorml. Dishes from breakfast.
He winced when he felt that light get stronger, get closer. Seriously was going to punch whoever it was.
And in strolled Greg Lestrade.
He had only been living with Sherlock for a few months and felt like he knew Greg better than Sherlock.