He’d probably shoot the person. He does that rather frequently when I’m involved.

Or I could carefully decide the best option depending on the situation..

Improbable.

Is that so?

Yes. Why do you continue staring at the clouds?

I like to watch them.

How could you possibly enjoy that?

It’s entertaining. You can make shapes out of them.

You’ve gone mad, John. Good thing we’re stopping a Bart’s later.

You’re the one collecting dirt and grass samples to experiment on when we get back to the flat.

And how is that bad?

It’s not- just odd.

Oh really?

I’m not going to fight with you. We’re in public- we’re having a reasonably nice time. I won’t let you ruin this.

You sound like my mother.

You sound grouchy.

I’ll attempt to stop, fine?

Perfect.

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.

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.