Continuation of Violin - where Sherlock finds John
John saw Sherlock whisk past into the kitchen from his peripheral vision, and creased his eyes shut again. This was beyond awkward; two adult men not talking to each other over something that didn't happen. Or wouldn't happen. Wait what would that something be? He daren't think about it.
To escape the oppressive air forcing its way down his throat he threw the cushion on the patterned floor and stood, stronger on his feet with the resolution that some fresh air would do him good. Quietly, with practiced stealth, he limped down the stairs of 221b Baker Street and slipped out the door, closing it gently so as not to disturb any mind twisting experiment Sherlock was currently conducting in their kitchenette.
Now he was out, he didn't know where to go. There was nowhere else to go; he had just walked out of the only 'home' he had known since returning to England. But he could smell something gorgeous wafting down the street f