Sherlock had been pulling away, drifting towards the Christmas tree (perhaps to get away from the sudden and overwhelming press of family), but John kept him anchored. The smile returned, a shadow of the comfortable happiness he usually only displayed when he was at home in Baker Street.
That didn't go by unnoticed--normal people, after all, had a distinct talent for picking up on the social rather than biological clues in one another's body language and faces. John's mother reached over to pat his cheek fondly.
"And we wouldn't have it any other way on Christmas," she declared. "Come on now, take off your coats and stay a while. Maybe you can explain the blog to us grown-ups--the children seem to know all about it."
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Date: 2012-02-09 04:40 am (UTC)That didn't go by unnoticed--normal people, after all, had a distinct talent for picking up on the social rather than biological clues in one another's body language and faces. John's mother reached over to pat his cheek fondly.
"And we wouldn't have it any other way on Christmas," she declared. "Come on now, take off your coats and stay a while. Maybe you can explain the blog to us grown-ups--the children seem to know all about it."