This was how serial killers started out. Or vigilantes. John was pretty sure that they would end up frozen to death, jailed, or at A & E but if he told Sherlock that he was daft, Sherlock would end up getting very, very hurt all on his own-- John couldn't let that happen. So, after weighing his option, he placed his hands on the arm rests, said a very petulant "right then" and pulled himself out of his seat.
There was just one small task at hand. He was wearing exactly one pair of woolen socks and one dressing coat that had seen better days so now it was time to rectify that and it most assuredly would not be easy with Sherlock bouncing off of the walls.
"Let me dress-- Five-- Five minutes, Sherlock. And you should dress too." He would suggest a nice bath for the detective given that he had taken on a very good amount of the scent from the main living room, but he knew better. Instead, the doctor directed his friend to boots and a scarf. Gloves if he could find them, and five bloody minutes alone!
John set his forehead on the frozen glass to cool it and then whisked off to dress quickly. He didn't put it passed Sherlock to burst in again if he took too long.
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There was just one small task at hand. He was wearing exactly one pair of woolen socks and one dressing coat that had seen better days so now it was time to rectify that and it most assuredly would not be easy with Sherlock bouncing off of the walls.
"Let me dress-- Five-- Five minutes, Sherlock. And you should dress too." He would suggest a nice bath for the detective given that he had taken on a very good amount of the scent from the main living room, but he knew better. Instead, the doctor directed his friend to boots and a scarf. Gloves if he could find them, and five bloody minutes alone!
John set his forehead on the frozen glass to cool it and then whisked off to dress quickly. He didn't put it passed Sherlock to burst in again if he took too long.