[Despite all of the people scattered everywhere, John spotted Sherlock easily. He’d trained himself to have that ability early on in their relationship, and it proved useful many times. Including today.
Relief washed over him. Earlier, during his orientation, John didn’t know if he’d find the detective here or not. The idea of getting trapped here, with almost no one familiar to ground him, terrified John. He could handle the sex- had actually looked forward to that bit, though he'd rather not tell anyone that detail. In fact, he could probably handle just about everything thrown at him here, after Afghanistan and all of the cases. The sudden lack of friends, however, would drag him down.
But, he didn't need to worry about that if Sherlock had found his way here too. John would manage. He usually did.
He approached Sherlock quickly, eager to meet up again. The pornographic sights around him had admittedly been difficult for John to ignore at first, but he paid them no attention with someone else more important to focus on.]
Sherlock, thank God- oof!
[Sherlock quickly cut off his words by suddenly ramming into him, and John stumbled backwards. He stayed on his feet, at least, and he only stood stricken for a moment before his mouth split into a grin and he snickered. Catching Sherlock off-guard always amused him, and he wasn't above rubbing it in the other man's face, either.]
Did you seriously just run into me? Graceful, above-it-all you? You’re not that out of it, are you?
This is probably going to go really awkward really fast.
Relief washed over him. Earlier, during his orientation, John didn’t know if he’d find the detective here or not. The idea of getting trapped here, with almost no one familiar to ground him, terrified John. He could handle the sex- had actually looked forward to that bit, though he'd rather not tell anyone that detail. In fact, he could probably handle just about everything thrown at him here, after Afghanistan and all of the cases. The sudden lack of friends, however, would drag him down.
But, he didn't need to worry about that if Sherlock had found his way here too. John would manage. He usually did.
He approached Sherlock quickly, eager to meet up again. The pornographic sights around him had admittedly been difficult for John to ignore at first, but he paid them no attention with someone else more important to focus on.]
Sherlock, thank God- oof!
[Sherlock quickly cut off his words by suddenly ramming into him, and John stumbled backwards. He stayed on his feet, at least, and he only stood stricken for a moment before his mouth split into a grin and he snickered. Catching Sherlock off-guard always amused him, and he wasn't above rubbing it in the other man's face, either.]
Did you seriously just run into me? Graceful, above-it-all you? You’re not that out of it, are you?