The rest of things go on with boring familiarity, showing John the other areas of 'importance' that he'll be using during his time here. It's all boring and mundane until they get to the K-Labs, where he usually can be found, but John doesn't seem overly interested. If Sherlock were to pay more attention he'd probably realize that John was still let down from not being able to see Vatican Cameo up close and personal, but soon. Soon he would be able to.
Still Sherlock ushers them out once he realizes that John seems bored, if mostly just distracted. So then they're at John's bunk and he'll nod at the first question.
"Worse off, yes. Did Mycroft not tell you how bad things are here?" He's brows furrow at that, "And I will come collect you, not that I have far to go." Sherlock glances just over his own shoulder to his bunk nearby. Private of course. No one would share space with him, they'd tried, it had ended with a couple fist fights. Sherlock had a way of pissing people off, believe it or not. He does turn as if to leave, but then stops.
"What I said about you not being what I expected, I meant it." Sherlock starts, "I have heard much about you and Harry, how great a pilot you were. How much passion you had. The man I saw step off that helicopter looked passionless, looked like he had no interest in being here." Like he didn't care. That had not been what Sherlock had expected, so he had meant every word. He turns away now, heading to the door to his bunk, unlocking it and opening the door a bit.
"I hope you can prove me wrong." Not many could. But if John could bring the passion he'd seen in John's eyes the moment he saw Vatican Cameo... then maybe, just maybe something could be salvaged out of John Watson. And with that, Sherlock will go into his bunk, shutting and locking the door.
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Still Sherlock ushers them out once he realizes that John seems bored, if mostly just distracted. So then they're at John's bunk and he'll nod at the first question.
"Worse off, yes. Did Mycroft not tell you how bad things are here?" He's brows furrow at that, "And I will come collect you, not that I have far to go." Sherlock glances just over his own shoulder to his bunk nearby. Private of course. No one would share space with him, they'd tried, it had ended with a couple fist fights. Sherlock had a way of pissing people off, believe it or not. He does turn as if to leave, but then stops.
"What I said about you not being what I expected, I meant it." Sherlock starts, "I have heard much about you and Harry, how great a pilot you were. How much passion you had. The man I saw step off that helicopter looked passionless, looked like he had no interest in being here." Like he didn't care. That had not been what Sherlock had expected, so he had meant every word. He turns away now, heading to the door to his bunk, unlocking it and opening the door a bit.
"I hope you can prove me wrong." Not many could. But if John could bring the passion he'd seen in John's eyes the moment he saw Vatican Cameo... then maybe, just maybe something could be salvaged out of John Watson. And with that, Sherlock will go into his bunk, shutting and locking the door.