[ It is with a great deal of embarrassment and shame that John returns to the flat. His head is ducked and his shoulders drawn up, but despite his uncomfortable stance, there is a little wrapped box tucked under his arm. He finishes brushing the snow off of his jacket and uses his key to enter after first knocking at the door. ]
Sherlock? Sherlock, you are still home, aren't you?
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Sherlock? Sherlock, you are still home, aren't you?