[[ooc: well, we got through S3 barely. I don't know if they're gonna survive S4]]
Sherlock almost spills his cocoa jumping up to get to the window to see the flakes falling so fast. "There's um," he clutches his own cup, gesturing to John's near his chair, knowing it doesn't look so pretty anymore and the marshmallows and caramel have melted into the cup of warmth.
"It's ... cocoa, though I think it's not quite so warm." It's his attempt at a favour, really, he does get distracted and doesn't always work. He thought John would be home sooner, that he'd timed it better...
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Sherlock almost spills his cocoa jumping up to get to the window to see the flakes falling so fast.
"There's um," he clutches his own cup, gesturing to John's near his chair, knowing it doesn't look so pretty anymore and the marshmallows and caramel have melted into the cup of warmth.
"It's ... cocoa, though I think it's not quite so warm."
It's his attempt at a favour, really, he does get distracted and doesn't always work. He thought John would be home sooner, that he'd timed it better...