John likes working. He always has, and he thinks he always will. It's just how he was brought up, you see. And so while working at the clinic isn't necessarily steady work, or very challenging, John enjoys it. Sarah - bless her - still calls him in when others can't make it. It's a little more money in the bank, at any rate
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What's considerate is that Sherlock refrains from pointing out that John fails to see quite a lot of things, some of them exceptionally important. The sentiment might just be evident on his face, in the look in his eyes, but he doesn't say it, and that has to count for something. Then again, maybe what he does say isn't that much better.
“Well, it saves time. Cuts out the middleman. Keeps me having to deal with the violent crimes lot at the Yard...” What's not to like? Besides, it's new, and there's more value in that than Sherlock could possibly hope to express
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"Well, when you put it like that, how can I refuse."
John sighs a little, exasperated as always but bordering on weirdly fond. Explaining the term date properly will have to wait. Again. Besides, that Chinese place is very good and, well, the possibility of shooting things always perked John up after a mundane day.
He wanders over to the hand in question. While he abhors fingers in the refrigerator and feet in the tub, this is different. And he'll argue that point verily. This is ... Well. Just different. He stoops down to look at it.
"Well. It's certainly a clean cut all the way through, isn't it? I suppose you've already figured out the exact make of tool used to sever it?"
Sherlock is, of course, well aware of the fact that John's given definition of the abstract noun 'date' and his actual internal definition of the term vary rather wildly, but Sherlock has nonetheless adopted the former. Largely he's done so because it suits him, but of equal import is the fact that when he does imply a definition which runs contrary to John's own, it means that Faces will be Made. Good faces. Weary faces, but not the sort which mean that John is actually disappointed (unbearable), but rather amused and fond and a bit put out (wonderful).
Really, he doesn't know how the man expects him to resist when every time, every time there are the eyebrows, just the faintest inclination, pleading. Sherlock likes that, likes when John asks him for things. It means he's capable of producing something worth having, even if it's just mercy, and what's having is, generally speaking, worth sharing with someone who can appreciate it. Which, generally, is only John. As is to be expected, if Sherlock is entirely honest. The (
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“Well, it saves time. Cuts out the middleman. Keeps me having to deal with the violent crimes lot at the Yard...” What's not to like? Besides, it's new, and there's more value in that than Sherlock could possibly hope to express ( ... )
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John sighs a little, exasperated as always but bordering on weirdly fond. Explaining the term date properly will have to wait. Again. Besides, that Chinese place is very good and, well, the possibility of shooting things always perked John up after a mundane day.
He wanders over to the hand in question. While he abhors fingers in the refrigerator and feet in the tub, this is different. And he'll argue that point verily. This is ... Well. Just different. He stoops down to look at it.
"Well. It's certainly a clean cut all the way through, isn't it? I suppose you've already figured out the exact make of tool used to sever it?"
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Really, he doesn't know how the man expects him to resist when every time, every time there are the eyebrows, just the faintest inclination, pleading. Sherlock likes that, likes when John asks him for things. It means he's capable of producing something worth having, even if it's just mercy, and what's having is, generally speaking, worth sharing with someone who can appreciate it. Which, generally, is only John. As is to be expected, if Sherlock is entirely honest. The ( ( ... )
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