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"I... think so? I'm not sure... I was pretty hung out..." John muttered, starting the hunt for his shoes.

“I’m sure her ‘herbal soothers’ will keep her asleep for a few more hours.”

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John looked around quickly, trying to grasp at anything that could help him. Nothing jumped out to spirit him away from going with this... Mad man? Possible drug addict? "I... fine..."

"I'm sure her 'herbal soothers' will keep her asleep for a few more hours."

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"This early in the morning?!" John sputtered. "Your friend won't be happy at all to see us, I'd imagine!" Subconsciously, even through his surprise, he was watching Sherlock's drinking. His inner doctor was watching to make sure the drug in the man's system hadn't... messed anything up.

“It’s very real John, I don’t just make things up for no reason.” He sipped on his water, attempting to pace himself.

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John looks suspiciously at Sherlock. "I see..." his unsurety was written quite clearly across his face.

"It's very real John, I don't just make things up for no reason." He sipped on his water, attempting to pace himself.

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John glances out the window, judging the time. They had slept through the night and by the look of it, it was just starting to get light outside. This wasn't too uncommon for the him. He could rarely sleep more than a few hours a night.

"So was the flat share offer a real thing, or were you just delusional on that drug you took?"

Sherlock managed to at least catch the bottle eith ease, abandoning his shirt in the process. "So I've been told." He replied before taking a swig.

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John fetches a water bottle and tosses it to the tall man. "You're a nutter, you know that?" He says, trying to shake his hair into decency. He should have a t least towel dried it last night after being in the rain...

“Water would be greatly appreciated.” Sherlock mumbled, shifting himself up off the rumpled bed. His shirt buttons had surrendered at some point the night before, and his shirt hung haphazardly off his shoulders. The detective struggled with it as he followed up behind his soon to be flat mate.

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He stood up and looked over at Sherlock. "Perfectly good answer... Do you need anything?"

John leaned over and rubbed between his eyes.

“Nothing… Sorry

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John leaned over and rubbed between his eyes.

"Nothing... Sorry..."

Sherlock’s eyes popped open at the noise, almost jerking until he finally recalled most of the events of the prior night. So this was the doctor who had taken him in for the night, helped him when he was vulnerable. “He doesn’t seem quite so short now. Perhaps...

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John shot up straight, a scream attempting to force it's way out of him lips. He bit it off and panted, looking around to find the taller man beside him.

"What the hell was that for?!"

Sherlock’s eyes popped open at the noise, almost jerking until he finally recalled most of the events of the prior night. So this was the doctor who had taken him in for the night, helped him when he was vulnerable. “He doesn’t seem quite so short now. Perhaps its only because he’s lying down.” The detective whispered to himself, debating whether to wake the whimpering man or not. He finally settled on tapping the ex-army doctor’s chest, over the pocket of his jumper. When that didn’t rouse him he resorted to drastic measures, laying his entire hand over the other man’s shoulder to shake it.

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John slept soundly next to the tall man. He was undisturbed my Sherlock's waking. In fact, he was quite wrapped up in nightmare at the moment. He wimpered quietly in his sleep.

“If…if I must, but just so you know,”he punctuated with a yawn,” under normal circumstances I find sleeping….an enormous….waste of time…”

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John hums quietly. He isn't sure what to do now that the man has drifted off. He decides to lay down next to the fellow, hoping to sleep off the last bits of drunk.

“If…if I must, but just so you know,”he punctuated with a yawn,” under normal circumstances I find sleeping….an enormous….waste of time…”