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damianzworld asked: "Yes, because we both know how much you actually care what people think. Why do I always have to talk to them?" John asked, moving his knight like Sherlock said. Sure enough he got a checkmate. He stopped long ago questioning Sherlock's reasoning at chess. It was just clear that he couls see things John couldn't.
Sherlock smirked quietly at the soft fanfare that sounded from the laptop speakers, signalling the end of the game, and returned with two cups of tea, setting one down next to John. “Find out what she was doing. No, actually, I’ll go with you. You talk, I’ll listen,” he said quickly, moving back and forth in the living room, and then into his bedroom, calling loudly over his shoulder. “I’ll be Father Theodore again!”
