[ And he does hurry home. With apologies, he closes the surgery early, as soon as his final appointment has left at around 3 pm. By the time he returns to the flat with his steak, he's already beginning to get a little irritable and short with people on the street and even with Sherlock when he takes his samples.
The day creeps on, and the sun sinks further toward the horizon, and John is pacing about the flat, unable to keep himself still or occupied with much for longer than a couple of minutes. Anxious somehow. And then the sun goes down.
The setting of the sun has somehow made the flat hotter, stuffier, though Sherlock doesn't seem particularly bothered by it. In his frustration, John moves to the window to open it. ]
Can we please get some bloody air in here? For Christ's sake, I'm going to suffocate like thi-
[ The light of the rising moon has hit John, and he freezes, but only for a moment until he doubles over, looking very much like he's about to be sick. ]
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The day creeps on, and the sun sinks further toward the horizon, and John is pacing about the flat, unable to keep himself still or occupied with much for longer than a couple of minutes. Anxious somehow. And then the sun goes down.
The setting of the sun has somehow made the flat hotter, stuffier, though Sherlock doesn't seem particularly bothered by it. In his frustration, John moves to the window to open it. ]
Can we please get some bloody air in here? For Christ's sake, I'm going to suffocate like thi-
[ The light of the rising moon has hit John, and he freezes, but only for a moment until he doubles over, looking very much like he's about to be sick. ]