Okay, now John really has no idea what the hell is going on. He'd felt Sherlock practically rutting him into the floor just moments ago, and now he's on his feet and walking over to have a sit on the sofa like nothing had ever happened. Like John hadn't just had a small crisis in his head over the conflict of what the hell he should do about all of this. All John could do for a long moment was stare, flabbergasted by Sherlock's display. Was this all just to prove some kind of point? Did he have an agenda behind all of this other than to piss off John first thing in the morning?
It's a long moment before John feels like he's got enough of a grip on his sanity to look away from him and assess the rest of the situation at hand. His hands, knees, and elbows hurt from hitting the floor too hard, he's got cooling coffee on his bathrobe and a still-steaming puddle of it on the floor amidst a mosaic of mug shards, and he's got Sherlock sat on the couch, thinking God knows what and probably planning his next attack. Where to start?
John gives a heavy sigh and returns to the kitchen for a dish towel to clean up the mess Sherlock made him make, and maybe if he was lucky, he would find the broken pieces of his mind while he was down there.
His body is clearly unhappy with John's decision to ignore this, though, and it's letting him know about it. It's actually so much of a problem that John is forced to close his bathrobe to keep himself from being too obvious about it. But it doesn't keep his mind from running it over and over again in his mind. What if he hadn't stopped? What if he hadn't done it in the first place? What now? Should he say anything or just let it evaporate as Sherlock had apparently done?
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It's a long moment before John feels like he's got enough of a grip on his sanity to look away from him and assess the rest of the situation at hand. His hands, knees, and elbows hurt from hitting the floor too hard, he's got cooling coffee on his bathrobe and a still-steaming puddle of it on the floor amidst a mosaic of mug shards, and he's got Sherlock sat on the couch, thinking God knows what and probably planning his next attack. Where to start?
John gives a heavy sigh and returns to the kitchen for a dish towel to clean up the mess Sherlock made him make, and maybe if he was lucky, he would find the broken pieces of his mind while he was down there.
His body is clearly unhappy with John's decision to ignore this, though, and it's letting him know about it. It's actually so much of a problem that John is forced to close his bathrobe to keep himself from being too obvious about it. But it doesn't keep his mind from running it over and over again in his mind. What if he hadn't stopped? What if he hadn't done it in the first place? What now? Should he say anything or just let it evaporate as Sherlock had apparently done?