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(sigh)
(sigh)
"The blog…" John remembered. "I haven't been on since."
"Right. Well, do you want to be flatmates again?"
John mimicked Sherlock's voice. "Afganistan or Iraq?" He laughed.
"Right, very funny. Even an idiot would know you had moved out."
"Alright, alright, I'll bring back my things. Should we tell Mrs Hudson?"
"She knows. Mrs Hudson knows all."
(Says with straight face.)
"Hmph, I mean that I'm moving back in."
"Exactly."
John looked at Sherlock, confused
"Oh," Was all he managed to say. "So, you just uh-planned to have me hear your violin playing and run up the stairs?"
"You can do it tomorrow as it's getting late."
John looked at Sherlock, confused
"Oh," Was all he managed to say. "So, you just uh-planned to have me hear your violin playing and run up the stairs?"
"No, this was a chance meeting."
"Okay." John nodded and thought of Mycroft.
"Did you tell Mycroft?"
"Of course not."
"Why would I tell him?"
"Wh-Who-Why not?" John stammered. "He's your brother."
"Yes? And?"
"He's missed you and probably would feel very hurt if you kept this from him." John scolded
"I'll do it later."
"Pfft. Fine, just make sure you don't scare him like you did to me."
"Hmmm….. I guess…."
"But honestly, it's getting late. You can stay here and tomorrow you can move back in."
"Are you sure?" John looked out the window to see how dark it was. "Okay, I guess. We should probably have dinner." John mentioned, thinking about Chinese food.
"I'm not hungry but order anything you want."
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