John's face was red, he could feel the way it crept up his face and tinged his ears. But his lips were turning upwards. "I mean... Yeah, you're terrible. But I'm not entirely opposed to... not coffee."
He met Sherlock's gaze and bit his lip. "But I'm not living with you."
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Date: 2019-06-09 02:33 am (UTC)He met Sherlock's gaze and bit his lip. "But I'm not living with you."