Sherlock blinks at her mobile, and the instant he parses John's second message to her his whole face lights up bright red.
"Oh." He blinks rapidly. "Well. That. I guess that's sorted."
And it just now occurs to him that he forgot to tell John where he was going last night. He forgot to tell anyone, though he's sure his brother must know by now where he is and what he's been doing.
He can almost imagine the distasteful look on Mycroft's face. It's sort of a delight to think about, actually.
Trying to shake off the sudden embarrassment, he crosses to her desk to unplug his own phone, then sort of gestures towards the bathroom with it.
"Back in a minute, then we can discuss breakfast. Or... possibly lunch at this point."
(And because he's a very efficient multitasker when his mind is clear and the bathroom door is shut behind him:
To: John From: SH Sent: 11:57 AM
I'll bear it in mind. Check-in later. If this is on the blog no one will ever find your body.)
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"Oh." He blinks rapidly. "Well. That. I guess that's sorted."
And it just now occurs to him that he forgot to tell John where he was going last night. He forgot to tell anyone, though he's sure his brother must know by now where he is and what he's been doing.
He can almost imagine the distasteful look on Mycroft's face. It's sort of a delight to think about, actually.
Trying to shake off the sudden embarrassment, he crosses to her desk to unplug his own phone, then sort of gestures towards the bathroom with it.
"Back in a minute, then we can discuss breakfast. Or... possibly lunch at this point."
(And because he's a very efficient multitasker when his mind is clear and the bathroom door is shut behind him:
To: John
From: SH
Sent: 11:57 AM
I'll bear it in mind. Check-in later. If this is on the blog no one will ever find your body.)