This was Definitely Not Good. For a moment, John contemplated going out the window, over the bins and to freedom. If there was one thing the army had taught him it was never leave a man behind, and he owed Sherlock more than that.
"Coffee!" he said, with much more cheer than he felt and set three mugs on the table. "Milk or sugar, Mrs. Holmes? Or-" he said, glancing back the groceries, "maybe just milk, I'm afraid..."
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Date: 2012-02-18 11:53 pm (UTC)"Coffee!" he said, with much more cheer than he felt and set three mugs on the table. "Milk or sugar, Mrs. Holmes? Or-" he said, glancing back the groceries, "maybe just milk, I'm afraid..."