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Sep. 6th, 2011 01:16 am"It's just for the week." Sherlock has been following John around for the last few hours. "Telford's hardly that far away." He pauses, refolding a jumper. "Not that it means you're entitled to ring when you misplace something either." He moves down the stairs, bag in hand and beckons Sherlock to follow him into the kitchen. With a grunt, John tugs open the refrigerator. "Milk and eggs are fresh. Mrs. Hudson's casserole from last night is in the blue container and there's some left over Chinese in that orange one."
John slams the door shut and tilts his head up to Sherlock. It's like he's giving last minute instructions to a sitter or an older child, home alone for the first time.
John's been away for much longer before, but generally that's due to his work schedule or the few weekends Sarah's gotten him to go out to a few bed and breakfasts in the countryside. Sherlock's trips can last a week or more. And yet, there's something rather finite about this parting. John's going to meet Sarah's parents. About time, really, the wedding's in six months.
He sighs after a moment and then grins up at Sherlock.
"Don't text me. I'll be too jealous of your cases."
John slams the door shut and tilts his head up to Sherlock. It's like he's giving last minute instructions to a sitter or an older child, home alone for the first time.
John's been away for much longer before, but generally that's due to his work schedule or the few weekends Sarah's gotten him to go out to a few bed and breakfasts in the countryside. Sherlock's trips can last a week or more. And yet, there's something rather finite about this parting. John's going to meet Sarah's parents. About time, really, the wedding's in six months.
He sighs after a moment and then grins up at Sherlock.
"Don't text me. I'll be too jealous of your cases."