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“Well, that was tedious!”
“You went on the Tube like that?!” A curious John inquires.
“None of the cabs would take me!” He was clearly disgusted by the lack of professionalism of London cabbies. “I hate the Tube! It was full of… people! The smells, the stories I’m able to read on each and every one…!”
“Hum, must be…” The doctor turns back to his tea as Sherlock continues.
“… At least the harpoon scared the people and I was able to get out of the teeming car without touching anyone!”
“Yeah, that’s nice…” John was clearly not giving all the attention that Sherlock wanted!
“JOHN!”
“Hum… Yeah. Don’t get blood everywhere, hmm?” And the doctor went back to reading his newspaper when a thought popped in his head… Bloody sexy and he chuckles…
“WHAT?” Sherlock asks nonplussed, “What’s so funny?”
John turns to look again at his friend. He was magnificent… His eyes sparkling against the vivid blood that covered his face. This is absurd! The life we live… My life… I’m finding my flatmate that is currently covered in blood… utterly sexy. I need to go back to Ella for a good talk. He smiles enigmatically.
Looking at John like he was the mad one, Sherlock strides to the bathroom, harpoon still in hand. “I’m going to have a bath!”