That, finally, provoked a tiny but genuine laugh from him.
"No," he admitted. "No, we really haven't. He's--incredibly helpful, I can't imagine anyone else doing half the things he..." Sherlock stopped, realizing just how personal he was getting with a woman who was effectively a stranger, and cleared his throat. "Well."
The look on Harry's face was totally unfamiliar. "Bloody hell," she murmured. "Oh my God, John, you're really serious about him, aren't you? I am actually living in the first hour of Brokeback Mountain."
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Date: 2012-02-10 07:39 am (UTC)"No," he admitted. "No, we really haven't. He's--incredibly helpful, I can't imagine anyone else doing half the things he..." Sherlock stopped, realizing just how personal he was getting with a woman who was effectively a stranger, and cleared his throat. "Well."
The look on Harry's face was totally unfamiliar. "Bloody hell," she murmured. "Oh my God, John, you're really serious about him, aren't you? I am actually living in the first hour of Brokeback Mountain."