I don’t keep count but I would take an estimated guess of two hundred - three hundred solved ones. My first attempted case was when I was just eight with Carl Powers, however my first solved case was at ten regarding homicide.

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.

How could you have possibly known the cost of my coat? But yes, Mycroft limited my funds at the time and Mrs. Hudson did give me a deal. The flatmate was an added bonus, plus he helped on the payments until Mycroft let off.

I would only hope so.

Where did you put my towel?

In the wash.

I’m using yours.

Fine then. I’ll have a meal waiting for you when you are done.

You’re too kind.

I suppose.

What?

Part of his division? I’m almost certain their occupations don’t intermingle that frequently.

Currently, from the opposing side of the room, I can tell he’s gotten around eight hours of sleep (Well, that wasn’t really a deduction. We share the same bed- I’m obliged to know these things.) and is silently glad that he has no work today. He slept wrong on his neck- he continues to sit in odd positions -he’s not momentarily upset with me for anything, and he’s contemplating asking if I’d like to do something with him later, nevertheless knowing that my answer would almost always be yes.

How-?

Must you really ask?

But how did you possibly get that from looking at me?

Brows furrowed, mouth slightly parted, eyes fixed on something, though you’re not focusing on it. I know you all too well, John. Why Primrose Hill and Spitalfields market?

How do you-?

You didn’t clear your internet history- you were searching them yesterday. And yes, I’d love to go.

I thought you could get samples at the park.

Perhaps. Not quite sure about the market and its logic, however.

We don’t have to if you don’t want to.

It’s up to you.

That’s new. Alright, hmm, for Sherlock at the moment.. He’s rather positive today on account of the things slipping out of his mouth or the fact that he had finally had a decent night’s rest, but he’s a bit hungry because he’s only slightly irritable so we’ll stop at a bakery of some sorts on the way. He’s also just joyful because Lestrade approved his side of the case last night.

Can we run to Bart’s also?

Certainly.

It was difficult, I’m not going to lie to you. The sleep was a harsh issue on my side, also (It’s why I try so hard to get Sherlock to do so.). It was hardly at night when I did sleep, though. I was extremely exhausted. Sometimes I would wake up at the table or on the ground and not realize that I had dozed off. You therapist, however, seems to be correct. Do what he/she says (They are the professional.).

My suggestions are to make sure you’re eating properly and sleep whenever you even slightly feel tired. Try making a point to go out with friends one night a week or something along those lines. Have confidence that everyone around you makes you feel comfortable and if they don’t evaluate why that is. Stick by your family if you can.

But above all stay positive about it. If you aren’t, everything can be ruined. 

Extremely vivid at times, yes, but then incredibly dull and bland on other occurrences  It all depends on what is happening in reality which decides to set something off in my brain.

It’s why he doesn’t sleep much.

Usually, however on some occasions I must think about a case or work on an experiment of the likings. I find myself eventually going to bed in the end, though. You wailing about your ‘loneliness’ seems to do the trick.

I don’t wail, but is that really what you think I do?

Not necessarily. Just the fact that I’ve grown on you increasingly over the past few months. Quite amazing, in my opinion.

Really?

Yes, John. As you unto to me.

I do believe his horrendous grin is preventing him from typing now.

I may have been wrong.. in somewhat of a sense.

I’d be more emotional, sentimental in the manner. I think John would appreciate it, seeing as I seem to get myself into trouble due to this.

Have I told you before that I actually admire this aspect about you?

Not yet, no. Why? It doesn’t seem appealing to be difficult when dealing with reactions.

It’s fascinating. Makes me try harder and rethink myself. I desire you reciprocation more and when I finally receive it it’s significantly important to me.

What would you change about yourself?

My height. It’s always been a disadvantage.

Not when punching me.

Drop it you git. It taught you a lesson.

Don’t play Mycroft.

You bloody fool.

You enjoyed every second of it.

Nevertheless. 

Extremely. Why cry over a life that isn’t your own?

I’m playing the song.

Still odd that she has such strong emotions over a song and two grown men and their lives.

I like it.

Sorry?

The song. It’s nice. I can see why she relates it to us.

It’s a song, John. No need to get attached. It is decent, though, nevertheless.

Shall I repeat it?

If you’d like.

I was on the debate team and the rugby team. And yes, a variety of summer camps.

Your question is illogical. What would be the purpose of me explaining my thoughts on such random topics?

I want to know.

A murder I solved a few years before John came. A bloke about the age of twenty whom was allergic to bananas was poisoned, per se, and killed by his fatal allergic reaction. The other two don’t really have a significance towards me. Am I missing the intention behind this?