[Sherlock tells himself that he will simply find the pack later and sneak one of the cigarettes. John's mind isn't as acute. He won't remember that there's only one missing (smoked by the pack's previous owner, not by the detective) instead of two.
He'll sneak one in the middle of the night, smoke it outside. On the roof. Yes. It's decided. On the roof. He still has to prove to himself that he's not going to flinch away from heights, or train himself out of it if he does.
The question, though, pulls him out of one thought and into another. A thought about the mobile in the drawer. Of blood-red lips. His answer is automatic.]
I'm not hungry.
[And in a heartbeat, he remembers where he is and who he's talking to, and the tone is a little more relaxed. Somewhat more natural.]
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He'll sneak one in the middle of the night, smoke it outside. On the roof. Yes. It's decided. On the roof. He still has to prove to himself that he's not going to flinch away from heights, or train himself out of it if he does.
The question, though, pulls him out of one thought and into another. A thought about the mobile in the drawer. Of blood-red lips. His answer is automatic.]
I'm not hungry.
[And in a heartbeat, he remembers where he is and who he's talking to, and the tone is a little more relaxed. Somewhat more natural.]
I'll grab something later.