[ John licked his lips, and maybe his jacket shifted a little, but otherwise he didn't comment. They're both idiots, getting themselves mixed up with murderers. At this point, John wouldn't have it any other way. ]
Alright.
[ Something about him relaxes a little. He doesn't challenge Sherlock often, and wins even less, but he's drawing the line here. This is something he feels better taking on together. Sitting at home, he knows he'd just be worrying anyway.
He shifts to walk around Sherlock and make his way to the counter to order. He knows how they both take their tea, seeing as he's often the one making it. There's a glance he passes Moriarty's way, but he doesn't allow his gaze to linger long. Just enough to send the message out, not enough to allow him to really think about how he'd like to come across the table at the bastard and ruffle that pristine countenance. He bets Moriarty goes for the eyes. ]
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Alright.
[ Something about him relaxes a little. He doesn't challenge Sherlock often, and wins even less, but he's drawing the line here. This is something he feels better taking on together. Sitting at home, he knows he'd just be worrying anyway.
He shifts to walk around Sherlock and make his way to the counter to order. He knows how they both take their tea, seeing as he's often the one making it. There's a glance he passes Moriarty's way, but he doesn't allow his gaze to linger long. Just enough to send the message out, not enough to allow him to really think about how he'd like to come across the table at the bastard and ruffle that pristine countenance. He bets Moriarty goes for the eyes. ]