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John wasn’t sure why he'd agreed to this ridiculous fact-finding mission in the arse end of nowhere. Sherlock had insisted excitedly that he needed to go and find a particular type of larvae which could only be found in an abandoned water source somewhere in North Yorkshire; apparently, a man’s alibi depended on it. John had grit his teeth but nodded that yes, alright, of course, I’ll come. Sherlock grinned and sauntered to his bedroom to collect the essentials he would need; knowing that it would likely be glassware and test tubes rather than clothing, John began to put together their cases in order to get the first train the next morning.
“Sherlock, do you own any jumpers? It is the North so it’s bound to be cold,” John mumbled unhappily as he folded his own fleecy jumpers into the case.
“No, John,” Sherlock replied. “I have my coat. I’ll manage.”
John sighed and pinched his nose but gave up the fight; Sherlock was an adult and didn’t need coddling like a child despite John’s personal thoughts on the matter.