Devils in the Details

Chapter Three // Abiding Notion

I never claimed to making decisions for you.

-SH

Typical Sherlock, Will thought. The man was an absolute genius at most times, but when it came to interacting with people he was often clueless. Of course, this was somewhat hypocritical, but at least Will made an attempt at socialising and being polite with others.

Never mind. Will didn't want to be the one to give up, but frankly he was too tired to get involved in a fight at the moment. Simply, it wasn't worth the time and energy to battle it out with Sherlock Holmes.

Come to 221B. It'll be easier to discuss there.

-SH

Will sighed, trying to think how best to type up his response. He found that Sherlock would be disappointed by the strangest things - but he had to be honest about what was going through his head.

I don't know what you mean by "221B."

221B Baker Street. You can get a cab. I assume that you do know how to get a cab.

-SH

It was impossible to miss Sherlock's tone of disdain for Will's lack of knowledge, ever over the little black characters that composed a text message. The man just had a way of getting his disappointment across unlike any other of his emotions. It was simply the one that was easiest and most natural for him to portray.

Will closed his eyes and allowed himself to breathe out for a moment, giving himself a few blissful seconds of having absolutely nothing that needed to be done. No stress, no fear, no pain, no suffering. Just peace.

Once he was done with this moment, he headed outside his hotel and got a cab just like Sherlock had said to do. When he went up to the black door and knocked, he was greeted by a relatively short man dressed in a sweater.

"Hello," he said, nodding his head slightly as he reached out to shake Will's hand. "You must be the one Sherlock's been texting. John Watson."

"Will Graham," Will replied, taking John's hand. After they shook hands in greeting, they entered the flat to go to the main room of 221B. Sherlock was laying down on the couch, being far too lazy to do anything more than think. No one was going to stop him, anyways.

"John..." Will said as he walked into the room. He knew the name from somewhere. He was absolutely sure that he had heard it before, but it was going to take him a bit of digging before he could find it in his mind. "Wait, John...you're the one who was on their honeymoon."

"Indeed I was," John replied, a slight smile making its way on his lips. "I just got married to a beautiful woman and in case you're wondering, things are going very well."

"I'm sure they are," Sherlock said, cutting into the conversation. "Now, John, how is Mary's...condition?"

John's face almost immediately scrunched up into a somewhat pained look as he replied, "Not now, Sherlock, not now."

Will decided not to press into the matter any further as John was obviously uncomfortable. While social cues weren't always the most obvious things to him, he was able to determine enough to get him by. He didn't want to make the doctor upset - it just didn't seem right to him. Besides, Sherlock seemed to be done with the subject as well.

But now that he had ended the conversationn with John, there was nothing else that could be said. The room became silent just as quickly as it had become noisy. Sherlock didn't mind this at all, luckily, but it was rather uncomfortable for the other two in the room. All they seemed to be able to do was look at one another, which just made it all stranger.