Characters: Sherlock, John
Prompt: 21. Friends
Word Count: 400
Summary: John wonders where they stand.
Author's Notes: Follows Strings and Curious.
“What is it?”
John looked up from the medical journal he wasn’t reading and stopped jiggling his right foot. “Hmm?”
“In the past seventeen minutes you have sniffed unnecessarily twelve times, coughed five, fiddled with your ear eight, and completely failed to absorb the article you’re pretending to be engrossed in.”
“You want to bring something to my attention; a thought or a question, but you’re reluctant, possibly embarrassed for some reason.”
“I believe so.” Sherlock squinted at his flatmate. “Might it have something to do with the rejected proposal of a few nights ago?”
“Oh god, don’t call it that, please.” John covered his eyes with one hand and scrubbed it across his face. “But yes. Yes, it’s something to do with that.”
“Second thoughts?” Sherlock suggested with a smug half smile.
“Second- no. Um.” John coughed out a laugh and readjusted his position in the chair. “I was just wondering-”
John stilled and stared at Sherlock, eyes wary but posture half-relaxed. “Yeah.” He smoothed a palm over his right thigh. “Why me? Or was it me at all, or just now and I’m here?”
“If it were merely ‘now’ the reasonable course of action would be to find someone more amenable to the idea.”
“Right.” John nodded, then stilled. “Oh.” He blinked.
Sherlock moved his mouth in what might have been a smile.
“So. Me, then.”
Sherlock watched him for a moment. “Does that… bother you?”
“No!” John blurted out, obviously a bit too quickly for his liking. “No, it’s not that. It’s just… Sherlock.”
“What are we?”
Sherlock cocked an eyebrow at him and waited for some sort of elucidation.
“I mean, to each other. Are we just… Or are we-”
“I admit that I am no expert regarding the matter, but based on my previous experiences and observations, and bearing in mind the unprecedented ease of our relationship I have come to the conclusion that we are-”
John made a hmm sound and nodded slightly, tensing the muscle of his right leg and then relaxing it slowly. He smiled a quick, bright grin at Sherlock and went back to his journal, bouncing his leg almost imperceptibly to a silent beat and bobbing his head every once in a while.
Sherlock watched him for several long minutes before shaking his head as if to clear it.
That is all (for now) ♥