Sherlock shadowed him for the rest of the day. Bonus, he even got to reap a few souls that John wasn't able to save. So he could use the excuse that he was gathering souls, he thought with a smile.
When John went into the pub, Sherlock stopped outside. He waited for a while, made himself visible in an empty alleyway, then walked in, taking the seat next to John.
One other good thing about being a god, he could get John drunk and he would always be fine.
"Pint of stout, please." He told the bartender getting the same thing John had.
He looked over to John and nodded his head, giving him a little smile, a nod of greeting. It was what humans did, apparantly.
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When John went into the pub, Sherlock stopped outside. He waited for a while, made himself visible in an empty alleyway, then walked in, taking the seat next to John.
One other good thing about being a god, he could get John drunk and he would always be fine.
"Pint of stout, please." He told the bartender getting the same thing John had.
He looked over to John and nodded his head, giving him a little smile, a nod of greeting. It was what humans did, apparantly.