Sherlock huffed in frustration and threw his head back onto the pillow, where he had been looking up and over at John. This was all intolerable, the waiting for what seemed like an eternity when all he wanted to do was go home.
He shrugged noncommittally at John. He wasn't mad at him, he was just made at this whole damnable situation.
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Date: 2018-03-26 03:06 pm (UTC)He shrugged noncommittally at John. He wasn't mad at him, he was just made at this whole damnable situation.