I was sixteen.
Really? I’d always thought you’d started in Uni. With Victor, yes? Was that his name?
Bog off. We’re not getting into this, I assure you.
Just curious. You’ll answer when you’re ready. I joined the military because my parents couldn’t pay for both Harry and I to go to Uni. My best option was to join the army and there I was.
There’s no need to sulk, Sherlock?
I’m not going to say anything about it.
Sherlock?
Shit.
I don’t prefer it. It’s too risky.
I’m not the best person to advise you wether to use drugs or not.
Agreed. Eat your meal.
Aye-aye captain.
You’re bonkers.
I never said I wasn’t.
I’m almost positive you were hinting at my history.
You never have really talked about that with me yet.
Perhaps because I don’t wish to. The past is the past. I’m clean now.
Showing me your patches doesn’t prove anything. I know you’re clean, you’ve been going cold turkey for quite awhile now, I bought you the patches naturally I realize you wear them, and I trust you. Plus, cigarettes aren’t nearly the same as what I believe you’ve done prior to now. You aren’t obliged to tell me if you do not want to, just as I am not obliged to tell you about my war history.
You telling me isn't necessary. I can guess almost all of it.
Once we get to the park and you have your samples, have at it.
You really do spoil me, don’t you, John?
I try, Sherlock. I try.