[Well, I know before I quit Tumblr before S3, people were saying that, and apparently everyone got through just fine... -shrugs-I've been reading the novels for so long, I'm sorta used to heartbreak via Sherlock Holmes]
John had run out to pick something up. He had spent all day decorating the flat, and cleaning, there was a small tree in one corner, and fairy lights hung throughout the flat. He thought it was quite festive, and not too much for Sherlock.
He stepped into the flat and shook the fresh snow off him. "It just started snowing, and there's what feels like hundreds of people out." He hung up his coat and crossed the room to the chair across from Sherlock's.
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John had run out to pick something up. He had spent all day decorating the flat, and cleaning, there was a small tree in one corner, and fairy lights hung throughout the flat. He thought it was quite festive, and not too much for Sherlock.
He stepped into the flat and shook the fresh snow off him. "It just started snowing, and there's what feels like hundreds of people out." He hung up his coat and crossed the room to the chair across from Sherlock's.