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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “Honey, I’m home. Did you miss me?”
You can hear that there’s a smile in his voice through your shut door as he slips inside the apartment and locks up behind him. You can’t hear his footsteps, and are reminded how remarkably catlike he is. It’s like nothing has changed. The similarities are striking between then, before you left him, and now, when you came back. You, lying in a room in his house, waiting for him to come back.
Against your own will, feeling a rush of happiness when you hear that he’s come back home at the end of the day. It’s like nothing has changed. You’re surprised how easy it is to slip back into old habits.
You hear one, two, three locks click, and your door swings open.
“You locked me in?” You ask incredulously.
You hate it when he treats you like a caged bird.
“Don’t most people lock up what’s precious to them?” He asks, a soft smile touching his lips.
"It was merely for protection, pet. You know what you mean to me.“
He crosses the small room in two swift strides, and kneels down beside you, taking your left hand in his.
"Moriarty,” you start.
He frowns.
"I thought we were more than that, Y/N."
You can’t help but roll your eyes and give a small smile.
"Jim. I know you did something to him.”
He gasps, and widens his eyes.
"Me?"
"Don’t play that game. I know you too well.”
“Fine. He deserved it, anyway. It’s a shame not to take credit for a masterpiece.”
“Can I ask what it was that you did?” Your voice is frosty, but secretly, you’re pleased.
