Who: Sherlock and Joan
Where: Their Room
When: September 14 (or 15th based on time zone), very late
What: Sherlock doesn't care nope, except he does.
RATING: Low
STATUS: Incomplete, ongoing
Sherlock checked his message when Joan messaged back. His brow furrowed a little because it didn't take much to know who was gone. The other Sherlock and Watson. He knew she was attached to them, and they they were her friends or something like it. Also because it was Watson? Sherlock could put aside his things and go spend time with her. He stopped off and got a bottle of wine, good wine mind you, and headed home.
He walked right inside the door and glanced around before grabbing two glasses and wordlessly helping himself to her space. He poured them each a glass of wine and handed her one. Issuing what looked like a tiny smile, but forced because he didn't know how she was feeling just yet. Most people would try the awkward hug and luckily for Joan? That was not Watson, unless she initiated it anyway.
"I'm sorry."