After Mrs. Hudson was settled down and resting easy with her tea, John went upstairs after Sherlock. He made himself a cuppa and then sat down to think over the day. Again. John still felt that warm fuzzy feeling that he had when he and Sherlock had hugged... the feeling you get when someone you like finally asks you out on a date after you had been waiting forever. An eternity, it seems.
John sat for a while, waiting for Sherlock to get changed, in his chair. He wasn't thinking about much, he was just cherishing the feeling that flowed and ebbed all over his body. When at last Sherlock came out, looking like himself now, John smiled up at him.
"Now you don't look like a ridiculous Uni kid desperate to get attention. This look is better on you." He joked, still smiling warmly.
John sat for a while, waiting for Sherlock to get changed, in his chair. He wasn't thinking about much, he was just cherishing the feeling that flowed and ebbed all over his body. When at last Sherlock came out, looking like himself now, John smiled up at him.
"Now you don't look like a ridiculous Uni kid desperate to get attention. This look is better on you." He joked, still smiling warmly.