"John?" "What is it Sherlock?" he was impatient now. "Try deducing me." "I'm sorry?" His eyebrows furrowed. Sherlock took a step closer. "Deduce me." He was hesitant. "Do it, John. Please." Finally, he sighed and eyed the detective head to toe. "Your eyes are bloodshot. There hasn't been any recent case and you're bored and haven't slept. Your collar's up, you're expecting something. Your hands are twitching, probably the Nicotine Patches. Lastly, your shoes are worn out. You've been walking around alot lately, which leads us back to your lack of sleep." Their eyes finally met. "How did I do?" "Exceptional." "What did I do wrong?" Sherlock smirked as John raised his eyebrows. "I haven't used the Nicotine." This was new for John, leaving him surprised. " What's the use when I have you?" *Warning: This is 100% gay. And also, Johnlock fanfictions are sure as hell hard to write. I demand that you read it. No pressure. *bow*