Appointments

[theblogger]

This post is for IC threads that don't fit in logs or network posts (aka this is an excellent choice for a private thread).

Games: Ataraxion and Luceti

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[theblogger]

Pasta's easy enough to cook.

[ Feeding Sherlock is actually not the issue here. It is an issue, one that John keeps track of more readily than he does the days at times, but not one he'll push. He's not pushing. He's pushed enough. What he's trying to offer is to do. Not an offer to feed, but an offer to cook for. Gratitude is... odd between them. ]

[notquiteheartless]

["It's not about the food."

The words are on the tip of his tongue. Sharp, dismissive. But they both already know it.

He's homesick. Not just for London, no. Because even in London, he couldn't sit down at Angelo's and have a dish he'd only eat maybe a fifth of. He couldn't even show up at the door late at night and get a box of take-away. ...Well, he could. But he worried that Angelo would tell John, wanting to help. If John even went around that place any more. Why would he?

And John... John is being tolerate. He's won. Rare enough. But he's not holding it over him. Why? Because John doesn't want a fight? It's been thirty-five days since they walked to 2-21 from the Clinic, two days since the row on the way here. Since Sherlock made it clear he wouldn't return in London and John delivered a deserved blow.

Since then... What? They've been sort of, in their own way, trying not to argue. There's been no shouting over the cigarettes.

To entirely dismiss the offer would be... Sherlock can't find the word, but he's not eager to be what it would make him. So he nods faintly, just once.]

Might eat a bit.

[He never ate much, but he could make a proper effort at it since John was putting himself out.]