Hi, it's me. Again. So supper was as dreadful as the walk from this morning. People were engaging in such boring conversation whilst eating their food. I didn't eat much, if if you were, asking which you know you probably, weren't. Hum. They stayed for a long time actually they're still here, I don't know why but. You know. That's life as people would say.
Anyways, how was your supper? I'm saying this and I don't know if you've eaten yet. I presume you have since its past ten pm. Again, I'm saying this and I don't even know if you've eaten!
"Sherlock, come down and have a drink with us."
"Why?"
*Pause*
"Urgh fine."
Sorry that was Molly. I've got to go, they want me to have drinks with them. I really don't want to. I wish you were here so that I wouldn't have to go with them alone. *pause*
John? Call me? Please?
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Voice mails from Sherlock to John
FanfictionAfter two years and a half of not speaking or seeing his best friend, Sherlock finally calls John and opens up about his feelings. Slowly. Gently.
