[John prepared himself to offer a hand to Sherlock, but the man had jumped back onto his feet before John realized anything was wrong in the first place.
But something was wrong, John could read behind the emotional void of Sherlock's behaviour to something else. Most people overplayed their happiness when they wanted to hide their uneasiness; Sherlock overplayed his stoicism. John knew that Sherlock worried about something, and he only needed that to start worrying as well. He ran through a list of possible problems in his mind.
Realistically, their situation could make Sherlock uneasy like this. But when John recalled the situation with Irene Adler, he'd seemed more awkward , disapproving, and sarcastic when presented with sexual situations. Not nervous. He supposed it could be the fact that someone had kidnapped them and sent them somewhere that definitely was not-London. Something seemed off about that theory but John settled with it; after all, what else would bother Sherlock so much here?
He tilted his head upwards to meet Sherlock's eyes on a more equal level, and flattened his mouth before retorting.]
Yeah, well, I was about to, actually, but then you moved so fast that I didn't have time to.
[He stopped and tapped his foot, as though Sherlock tested his patience. John managed to keep a straight face for only a few moments before a new, very geniune and affectionate smile spread across his face. Gratitude that Sherlock stood here, in front of him, filled him and he couldn't help but express it. He needed this wonderful, intolerable man to help him make sense of things, and with him, John could feel safe in a strange, new world.]
I'm really glad I managed to find you. I don't really know what I'd do if I couldn't- I'd be so lost without you. This is-[He glanced around them, briefly watching the booth of more people with their tongues down each others throat than he could count, and then another couple going at it not too far away from them. John apparently could tune out moaning and other noises that accompanied fucking a lot more than he would ever predict. He swallowed, and then looked back towards Sherlock.]
This isn't like anything I understand, and 'orientation' didn't really clarify a lot. But I think I'll be able to manage. How about you?
Now you know how John feels when his flatmate doesn't understand or relate to his feelings. HA.
But something was wrong, John could read behind the emotional void of Sherlock's behaviour to something else. Most people overplayed their happiness when they wanted to hide their uneasiness; Sherlock overplayed his stoicism. John knew that Sherlock worried about something, and he only needed that to start worrying as well. He ran through a list of possible problems in his mind.
Realistically, their situation could make Sherlock uneasy like this. But when John recalled the situation with Irene Adler, he'd seemed more awkward , disapproving, and sarcastic when presented with sexual situations. Not nervous. He supposed it could be the fact that someone had kidnapped them and sent them somewhere that definitely was not-London. Something seemed off about that theory but John settled with it; after all, what else would bother Sherlock so much here?
He tilted his head upwards to meet Sherlock's eyes on a more equal level, and flattened his mouth before retorting.]
Yeah, well, I was about to, actually, but then you moved so fast that I didn't have time to.
[He stopped and tapped his foot, as though Sherlock tested his patience. John managed to keep a straight face for only a few moments before a new, very geniune and affectionate smile spread across his face. Gratitude that Sherlock stood here, in front of him, filled him and he couldn't help but express it. He needed this wonderful, intolerable man to help him make sense of things, and with him, John could feel safe in a strange, new world.]
I'm really glad I managed to find you. I don't really know what I'd do if I couldn't- I'd be so lost without you. This is-[He glanced around them, briefly watching the booth of more people with their tongues down each others throat than he could count, and then another couple going at it not too far away from them. John apparently could tune out moaning and other noises that accompanied fucking a lot more than he would ever predict. He swallowed, and then looked back towards Sherlock.]
This isn't like anything I understand, and 'orientation' didn't really clarify a lot. But I think I'll be able to manage. How about you?