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"Don't touch that! Or THAT!" Sherlock fumes and spools around the flat like a meth addict.
John attempts to find a spot at the kitchen table amidst the steaming beakers and the litter of slide samples.
“Not THERE!”
He steps away and into a pile of books.
“John – I’m beginning to think that this is purposeful!”
“Well, where can I be, exactly?”
Sherlock strides to a clear patch on the sitting room floor and points. “Here.”
“May I..”
“You may not.”
“I LIVE here, Sherlock!”
“Conditionally.”
John squats resentfully and ignores the cup of tea pushed into his safe zone.