I exited out of Mrs. Hudson's flat and went to get my coat. I fiddled with the pockets to check that all my equipment was there, grabbing an umbrella due to the rain plummeting outside before swinging the door open to go outside.
There stood John. Half drenched.
He was looking at me with that face. The face of disappointment and anger. It's getting much more easier to read him ever since he moved in.
One of his hand collars of his shirt was creased, showing that he kept on fiddling with them.
Was he that nervous?
Wait, no.
He had small splashes of light red on his left-hand collar that seem to be folded up a while ago, shown due to the clear crease. So he was holding a glass of red wine and due to the weakness in his left arm, he spilled wine. He was trying to get the stain off with a napkin but failed miserably, as shown by the, still slightly red napkin in his chest pocket.
He folded his hand collar up a little but the other creases were the result of the attempt to remove the stain. So, the creases weren't signs of heavy anxiety.
But...
His tie was loosened, his neck collar has been fiddled with too and the top button of his shirt has been undone. John would never do that unless something was bothering him. Serving in the war, all soldiers had been trained to dress appropriately. John has been serving in the war for quite some time, so he'd be used to dressing properly.
So... He was nervous due to the clear signs of when someone is feeling "hot" around someone. And he's back earlier than he's supposed to...
Great. He spilled wine on his shirt, tried to get it off, and failed miserably, resulting in him looking like a weirdo.
John had large amounts of water droplets on his blazer, but they were drying up. He went into the rain, about.... 10 minutes ago. His shoes had large amounts of mud on them, but his soles had less dirt on them. He was running in the rain, but then he gave up and scraped some of the mud off of his shoes before getting into a cab.
So, by the looks of it, she rejected him, walked off, leaving John to try and go after her. She didn't like him.
"She wouldn't have liked you anyways."
"What?"
"Alexandra. You weren't her type."
"Stop showing off Sherlock." John looked back onto the ground before looking back at Sherlock. "Where are you going at this time of the night?"
"I've got a case. Did you want to come with?" I stood awkwardly as I waited for John to reply.
"Yes. Need to get all these rejections off my mind." John's lips curled upwards a little. But... We were still standing in the same position for... 5 minutes?
I returned John's smile before grabbing his coat and handing it to him. He quickly took it and donned it. He stood out of the way for me to pass, as we closed the door behind us.
"Let's leave then."
Cue the Sherlock theme song! Sherlock and John are on yet another case!
(Though I think Sherlock has already got one ;P)
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