Loving the Sociopath.

Graham

Sherlock's POV.

It's a little annoying when John acts clueless, or like he doesn't know what I'm talking about. I think that sometimes he's just messing with me, I don't mind too much.

"So, um-sherlock," He was stuttering again. I looked at him, he looked away, he was blushing, but why?
"How do you feel about JohnLock? You know, the ship name our blog readers came up with." What was he trying to imply? I was going to have to answer carefully.
"It's fine I don't really mind it, but I do wish that they would occasionally pay more attention to the case. Why?" I hope that wasn't to obvious.
"No reason really." He wasn't satisfied with my answer.
"What do you think about it, about us being a thing?"
"Sherlock, I-want us to be a thing. I love you Sherlock." I wasn't expecting that.
"John I...I love you too. You don't know how long I've been trying to tell you." I smiled at him, he looked at me and smiled back. He was still blushing, I don't understand the purpose.

Mrs. Hudson was standing in the doorway, which made me now feel slightly uncomfortable. We needed to get to the station. I stood up, walked to the door and put on my coat. John did the same.
"Are you going out again already, I'm very happy for you t? You boys haven't even finished your tea! Come back here."
"Sorry Mrs. Hudson, we've got a crime to solve." John smiled at Mrs. Hudson.
"You boys are a crime to be solved! I'm not your housekeeper, you're putting these dishes up when you get back!"
"Love you Mrs. Hudson! Be back in a while." John and I hurried out the door.

John was trying to signal a taxi.
"Let's just walk. Come on." I don't want to wait for a cab. We need to get to the station while I still have the evidence in my thoughts.

"Do you really think that the killer is Mrs. Frank?" John is quite simple minded.
"Of course not. I just need her to think she's the main suspect so I can get honest information from her. People tend to tell the truth better when they're under pressure." John looked at me like I was a marvel.
"Don't look at me like that John. You scare me with how much you act like you don't know. Hurry, we have to get to the station before Graham lets Mrs. Frank go."
"Who?" John looked up at me with utter confusion.
"Graham. Lastrad? You know who Lastrad is don't you?."
"Yes I do, but his name's Greg. Not Graham Sherlock." That was right wasn't it? Greg it doesn't sound right.
"Well either way we must hurry. Greg...what a funny name..."

"Sherlock, earlier I got a text from a random number. They seem to know me." He held up his phone, I took it.
"Who did you suppose it is?" I looked at the message--Eurus.
"It seems like something Eurus would say, but several other people I know talk like that so, I'm not quite sure." It was Eurus, I'm not going to tell John. I don't want to worry him."