[ Sherlock considers petulantly refusing to acknowledge the call, but frankly it wouldn't do him any good. He breezes from his bedroom, immaculately dressed, looking perfectly casual and not at all as if he'd spent the week sulking under his bed. (Which means, naturally, that it might be obvious to John by omission that that's exactly what he had done.)
He eyes John suspiciously, his expression beady and pinched along the edges.
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He eyes John suspiciously, his expression beady and pinched along the edges.
Imperiously: ] Well?