Somehow those good feelings were kept up between the two boys. John would come over whether or not Molly was around -- her days of an excuse were one -- to see Sherlock and talk to him. Surprisingly enough, Sherlock liked it; he had someone to trust, someone to look out for hi, someone who defended him. It was was odd that after so my years of being alone, how quickly he got used to seone being there. He quickly was finding himself missing John when he wasn’t around. Even Molly’s babble couldn’t stop those feelings.
His trips to the shower were growing long between. There almost no need for them when he could spill to John all that hurt him, even things minuscule to anyone else. The best part was that John never told him he was acting ridiculous. Sherlock a feeling that this was as close to heaven as he would ever get.
Come on, what are you doing today?” John was smiling at him, Molly sitting beside them with a glance between the two. Lately she was getting quieter when John was around, far different from when John had first started coming to sit with them. “You can’t just me you can’t help me memorize some medical terms without some sort of explanation.”
“There’s a fencing meet today, meaning that I already have plans. You’re on your own for the day.”
John’s eyebrows raised as he looked at him. “Now, I /have/ to go to that. Over all the time that I’ve known you, I have never seen you fence in a competition. Where is it?” Sherlock shook his head. “You have to tell me. Really, you do. Leading me on helps with nothing now that I need to know about this.”
Their bickering went on like that until Molly finally said, “It’s here and a few other schools will be around for the competition. You can come with me if you really want to see. Sherlock is /very/ good.” She blushed slightly. “I’m sure that he’s undefeated with his matches this season. No surprise there.” Deeper blush. She offered a nervous smile towards the both of them. John was the only one who returned it with a warm one.
“Yeah, I’d like that. Where would you want me to meet you?”
“It’ll be in one of the large rooms so they have enough room. I’m meeting Liz Hamely in the courtyard by my dorm since she knows which one it’s at for sure. You can sit with us if you want.”
Sherlock leaned back in his chair. “Who says I want you to come? Perhaps there’s a reason for me not telling you where it’s at, John. Don’t pout at me. I’m just saying that perhaps I had a reason not to tell you about it.” Today was one of those days where he would be tested. Simultaneously, he loved and hated matches; loved because he won them all and hated because, well, John would see for himself.
John’s brows knitted together. “I’m going to come anyways. That’s what friends are for. You’ll have me, Molly, and Liz supporting you. It’ll do you good to have us there.” Yes, perhaps it would be nice as John insisted it would be. Sherlock personally doubted that, but it was still John’s belief that nothing he said would...