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“I’m beginning to worry that you’ll develop diabetes.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“I’m ridiculous? You’re the one drinking those disgusting peppermint coffee concoctions on a daily basis.”
… “I like peppermint.”
“I see that. I’m sure your pancreas would prefer you choose otherwise.”
“My pancreas is fine. It’s one time a year, John. Let me enjoy it.”
“One time a year? What about the pumpkin ones last month? And the chocolate ones you’re also fond of. Not mention the sugar you add to your regular coffee, the heaps of marmalade or honey you add to your toast, and the pastries and sweets you sneak from Mrs. Hudson. One time of the year my arse.”
“Shut up, John.”
“You know what? No, I won’t shut up. I want you around for a good long while, and I’m already contending with psycho killer enemies and your need to sacrifice yourself for those you love. I do the best I can to shield you from those, but if I can keep you healthy while I’m at it, I’m going to do it. You left me once. I won’t let you do it again.”
“You… surely you’ll tire of me long before I can succumb to diabetes.”
Only slightly bitter laugh. “Really? I dump my almost-fiancée and move back in with you, and you think I’ll get tired of you? That ship has long ago sailed.”
“Oh.”
Shuffle. “Don’t worry. I’m not proposing to you or anything. I’ve just decided that I’d rather have criminal chases than nights cuddled in front of the telly with a bottle of wine.”
…
“Sherlock, where are you going?”
“Welcome to Star– Oh, hullo again. Something wrong with your drink?”
“Yes. It’s likely to give me diabetes. One regular tea, please.”
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“You didn’t have to do that, Sherlock.”
“Of course I did. I can’t very well satiate your danger addiction if I’m dead, can I?”
“Oi! I don’t have a dan–”
“I’ve just decided that I’d rather have criminal chases than nights cuddled in front of the telly with a bottle of wine.”
“I don’t sound like that.”
“Yes, you do. That was a perfect impersonation.”
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say.”
“I do say. I could’ve been an actor, you know.”
“Don’t I ever, Mr. Drama Queen.”
“You’re a drama queen too.”
“Probably why we get along with each other and no one else can stand us.”
“Mmm.”
“Um… Thank you, Sherlock. For… I know things have been a bit awkward since, well, you know. But… I am glad you’re back. You’re right. I am a bit addicted to danger.”
“#sherlocklives means #johnwatsonlives.”
“Shut up. I had a pique of sentiment.”
“Maybe… sentiment isn’t a completely bad thing.”