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Dr. John Watson (hisbestman) wrote in colligo_threads,

It probably said a lot about his life the past few months that he was perfectly accepting of the idea that Sherlock might put him on a train to a city he'd never heard of while he was sleeping. It seemed like something his flatmate-slash-colleague-slash-almost-certainly-friend might do to test some experiment or another. In fact, the only bit that surprised him was that Sherlock was at the destination as well...but then he would need to check his results, John supposed. What point was an experiment without results? He imagined Ella would have a lot to say about that line of thought, largely disapproving and liberally laced with words like 'codependent' and 'unhealthy' and a plethora of others that had replaced 'trust issues' in his sessions. Then again, she still thought he had PTSD, in spite of the marked lack of cane or limp or tremors, so she was likely an idiot. And now he was beginning to sound like Sherlock and really ought to top himself off before he became infected with whatever disease made the other man so infuriating and arrogant.

He shook his head and made his way over to Sherlock, wondering at how the man hadn't thought to bring luggage for either of them. "Brilliant deduction," he said, in lieu of a greeting. "Do tell me how you figured that out. Perhaps by the mud on someone's shoe or the line of their collar or...I don't know...the sign that says Colligo, rather than London?" And perhaps that wasn't entirely kind, but Sherlock didn't keep him around to be kind. Kind was boring and Sherlock patently despised boredom. Besides, he was allowed to be a little disagreeable, after finding himself unexpectedly on a train.