Dull wasn't always so bad. It generally was very nice to have a bit of dull on the side actually, something sweet and lovely to have dinners with. And sex! Sex was never boring.

That said, he did indeed have on that green jumper beneath his coat, a pair of boots on with his trouser bottoms tucked in, and a hat to keep himself warm when he answered Sherlock's fitful tappings. "You never know when there will be a beautiful woman to seduce for clues," John said, charming with even white teeth and an age that really worked well on him.

He tied his scarf around his neck much less fashionably than Sherlock seemed to do before following him down the steps. As expected, Mrs. Hudson has something to say about the pair of them trampling out into the show and as expected, Sherlock ignored her and John called back that they wouldn't be too late. Upon opening the door, however, a good two feet of snow presented itself and scattered about them ankles into the foyer.

John sighed.

Everything outside was white and dark and cold. There was no traffic. The walks weren't shoveled.

"You're sure about this?"