Why do you think we need an M!A to do this to each other? Do you realize that we do leave out certain parts of our life on the blog (or any blog, really)?
You don’t even understand the depths of what happens behind our screen.
We’ll leave it at that.
No, sorry. Not planning on punching him any time soon.
You want him to punch me? I was a soldier. I killed people!
You were a doctor, John-
I had bad days!
Yes, fine. Okay…Just continue with your blog. Sorry.
One.
A large, deep, pounding slammed itself against 221’s entrance.
Two.
Another bellow emerged from the blue-soaked embers.
Three.
The pounds shook the door awake with a startle each time.
John rushed to the door and gripped the handle just as the fourth was beginning. In his right hand he clutched his cane while his Sauer P226 standard was hidden near his lower back. In a single jerked movement, he threw the large door open.

“Sherlock, I’m back,” John called from the steps. He’d grown used to carrying up the groceries alone, grown used to Sherlock continuing whatever the hell he was working on, but he hadn’t grown used to seeing Sherlock at the top of the steps, which this time he did.
Sherlock-
No, don’t. I’m in no need of rest. Just because Anderson may have coughed on me had no sudden impact on my health.
Really? The scientist is saying this?
Yes, why not?
Jesus, just eat your bloody sandwich.
Lestrade phoned earlier.
Yes, I know. Heard the ring.
We’re needed at the Yard.
No. I forbid it.
I thought you weren’t going to fret over these things.
I am now. It’s not happening.
He’s running his fingers through my hair again. Thank you. I did wish for this. I hope you can see the sarcasm in my eyes, dear asker.
Shut up and enjoy it, prat.
Oh, I will.
You will regret this.
Your precautions don’t bother me.
This is very realistic.
No. Sherlock, no.
I won’t harm him…horribly.
You won’t harm him at all. I forbid it.
But you can’t possibly deny this.
Oh, but you can.
Not with this.
How may I logically do such a thing? This is the internet, not a social gathering event.
I’ll hug him for you.
Now that is logical and desired for.
I’m not even-
Harry Potter. May as well, considering we still have it.
Isn’t it overdue?
You’re reading it.
Am not.
What? Are we now magically five?
Your puns aren’t humorous; no need in attempting.