[ And that's the sound John is greeted by as he stands outside the door, lips twitched into a smile. He didn't expect a reply, he didn't really expect Sherlock to have read the filter at all. Nevertheless, he can't stop himself from smiling.
John discovers falling back into practiced steps is ridiculously easy, the opens the door and makes his way inside, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over his arm chair. Then to the kitchen, to turn on the kettle.
He doesn't say anything to interrupt him and just makes two cups of tea, bringing them with him putting one down nearby Sherlock while sitting down in his chair with his own. ]
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John discovers falling back into practiced steps is ridiculously easy, the opens the door and makes his way inside, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over his arm chair. Then to the kitchen, to turn on the kettle.
He doesn't say anything to interrupt him and just makes two cups of tea, bringing them with him putting one down nearby Sherlock while sitting down in his chair with his own. ]