Like any sane person would be, John looks rather offended by the comment, as if it were to imply that things aren't going the way he wants them to. He stares a moment before he clears his throat and sets his napkin in his lap -- any excuse to look away from that knowing stare.
"Fine. Everything's going fine. Would be better if I could have girls over without worrying about them stumbling on one of your.... experiments while looking for morning coffee. Not again." How is he expected to find a girl if he can't even bring her over whenever he wants? They usually get suspicious when you can't have them over even once, and that breeds all sorts of problems.
"In any case, why do you bloody care so much about it, hm?" Now John's the one being aggressive. Enough parrying; it's time to strike back. "You needle and you pry and you... assume things about people, and you don't. Stop. Pushing. Why is that, hm?" He folds his hands on the table and looks Sherlock dead in the eye this time. "Is it because you're so wrapped up in your work that you get jealous when people can't do the same? Are you afraid people will find you so dull on a personal level that you have to beat them down until they concede you're better than they are?"
He shrugs and shakes his head. "I'm not going to buy it. I know you better than that now, and your games don't work on me anymore." Okay, that might have been a bit of a lie, but he wasn't as easily impressed anymore. Sure, watching David Copperfield disappear the Statue of Liberty is impressive, but after the fiftieth time, it begins to grow weary, even if the illusion still eludes.
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"Fine. Everything's going fine. Would be better if I could have girls over without worrying about them stumbling on one of your.... experiments while looking for morning coffee. Not again." How is he expected to find a girl if he can't even bring her over whenever he wants? They usually get suspicious when you can't have them over even once, and that breeds all sorts of problems.
"In any case, why do you bloody care so much about it, hm?" Now John's the one being aggressive. Enough parrying; it's time to strike back. "You needle and you pry and you... assume things about people, and you don't. Stop. Pushing. Why is that, hm?" He folds his hands on the table and looks Sherlock dead in the eye this time. "Is it because you're so wrapped up in your work that you get jealous when people can't do the same? Are you afraid people will find you so dull on a personal level that you have to beat them down until they concede you're better than they are?"
He shrugs and shakes his head. "I'm not going to buy it. I know you better than that now, and your games don't work on me anymore." Okay, that might have been a bit of a lie, but he wasn't as easily impressed anymore. Sure, watching David Copperfield disappear the Statue of Liberty is impressive, but after the fiftieth time, it begins to grow weary, even if the illusion still eludes.