"Yes, hi." Sherlock offers the assembled Watsons the most genuine smile he can muster, which comes out a little shy and extremely awkward. "Happy Christmas. Thank you for having me." He glances at the well-dressed woman who must be Harry, at the group of tiny children gathering at John's feet.
He's never really been good at social situations. But John looks so happy, and Sherlock has had a soft spot for happy John for as long as he can remember knowing the man.
"You grew up near Scotland," he points out to John's mother, unable to stop himself. "John didn't tell me that."
Her eyes widen in astonishment. "Why, how did you--?"
"Your accent. I, ah--here, I'll take those."
He moves to take the presents from John, clearly feeling like he needs a little extra armor between himself and the assorted Watsons.
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Date: 2012-02-09 03:54 am (UTC)He's never really been good at social situations. But John looks so happy, and Sherlock has had a soft spot for happy John for as long as he can remember knowing the man.
"You grew up near Scotland," he points out to John's mother, unable to stop himself. "John didn't tell me that."
Her eyes widen in astonishment. "Why, how did you--?"
"Your accent. I, ah--here, I'll take those."
He moves to take the presents from John, clearly feeling like he needs a little extra armor between himself and the assorted Watsons.