John grins. He knows he's had a somewhat different version of that expression on his face when Sherlock's texted him incessantly out of pure boredom.
"Thanks again. Bye, princess! Bye, Auntie Molly!"
And then he's gone, his warm laughter sort of lingering after him.
To: Molly From: Sherlock
9:17 AM: If John hasn't yet left, tell him he's got a window of eighty-one seconds to get out the door before his chances of being late by at least six minutes increase by two hundred percent.
9:17 AM: It's not true but he doesn't need to know that.
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Date: 2017-02-15 03:05 am (UTC)"Thanks again. Bye, princess! Bye, Auntie Molly!"
And then he's gone, his warm laughter sort of lingering after him.
To: Molly
From: Sherlock
9:17 AM: If John hasn't yet left, tell him he's got a window of eighty-one seconds to get out the door before his chances of being late by at least six minutes increase by two hundred percent.
9:17 AM: It's not true but he doesn't need to know that.