Do you even care? (Johnlock fanfic)

Chapter 3

After John's outburst in the morgue, the pair of them hadn't spoken much besides the odd, "hello," or "goodnight." It was becoming strangely unbearable for Sherlock even though he would sometimes not speak to John for days on end.
So this is how it feels, Sherlock thought to himself as he was sat in his arm chair reading a newspaper. John was sat across from him also reading a paper and had ignored Sherlock's offer to make him a cup of tea.
Sherlock cleared his throat. "John?"
John looked up briefly and then resumed reading, without responding to him.
"John, come on! Why won't you talk to me?" Sherlock whined.
"Use that brilliant brain of yours and find out for yourself," John replied sullenly, still with his head in his newspaper.
Sherlock put his paper down dramatically, stood up, walked over to John and snatched his newspaper out of his hands. "We're going out!"
"What? No," John said crossing his arms and staring into Sherlock's eyes.
"We are both acting like children. Now, get your coat and shoes and meet me in here in five minutes. We're solving this like adults," Sherlock declared, then left the room to get his coat.
John sat there a little dazed. Was he really about to do what Sherlock Holmes told him to? Yes, he was. Giving him the silent treatment was pure torture after about two days of it.
Sherlock returned to the lounge, thrilled to see John slowly putting on his jacket and shoes. He awkwardly tied his scarf around his neck and waited for John. When he was ready, they walked out of 221B is silence. John didn't know where they were going but it had to be close because Sherlock hadn't hailed a cab for them. They walked down two streets and as they made their last turn, John could see their destination.
"Starbucks?" John laughed. "Sherlock Holmes is having a Starbucks?"
Sherlock did a half smirk. "Who said anything about me having Starbucks?"
John chuckled as they walked into the shop. There wasn't any queue so the men just walked up to the counter.
"May I help you?" said the barista.
"Yes, can we have two lattes please?" Sherlock asked her and got his wallet out to pay for the drinks.
"We are offering a special couples discount if you woul li-"
"We're not a couple," Sherlock interrupted the girl and blushed slightly. John wondered why he looked so embarrassed.
The girl nodded and started making the drinks. She placed them both on a tray which Sherlock took before walking over to a table with John. They sat down and awkwardly sipped their drinks, both of them trying to think about what to say.
"John," Sherlock said, breaking the silence. "What happened at the morgue?"
John looked embarrassed. "I was having a bad day," he said.
"We both know that's not true." Sherlock placed his drink down in the table and looked straight at John. "You've been ignoring me for a whole week. If you were just 'having a bad day', you probably would have said something about the incident the next time you saw me. There's clearly something troubling you."
Yes, John thought, you.
"John, I brought you here to sort this out and by coming with me I thought you did too," Sherlock muttered. He picked up his drink and tried to take a sip but he missed his mouth and coffee poured right down his coat.
"Shit," John said a little too loud so that he attracted stares from the other customers.
The young barista who served them their drinks came running over to the pair with a cloth. "Please, sir, take this and go to the bathroom," she said handing the cloth to Sherlock. "You, sir, can you keep your voice down?"
John blushed and mumbled a, "sorry." He watched as Sherlock went into the men's room and felt guilty for how he'd been acting for the last week. He made a promise to himself to make it up to Sherlock by taking him out to dinner, but he knew that the detective wasn't going to let this incident slide that quickly. He would have some questions to answer and he made himself another promise to answer them honestly.
Sherlock emerged from the bathroom with a faint stain still present on his coat. I wasn't that noticeable but John knew that Sherlock would think it was a bigger deal than it was, so he suggested that they go home and then when his coat was clean again, they go out for dinner.
"My treat," John said, giving Sherlock a small smile.
"That really isn't necessary, John. I'd rather we order a pizza," Sherlock replied, blushing slightly.
What's with all this blushing? John thought.
Sherlock returned the cloth to the barista and both men walked out of the shop and back home.
Why did I have to make myself look like such an idiot? Sherlock thought, my chances are ruined.

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A/N

Sorry for such a terrible ending but I really suck at those hahah. I hope this is enough for you to wait for the next one, so fingers crossed. Voted and comments are appreciated,
Sandwich 😜