Literature
Sitting Sherlock-- Part 4
The movie had long since ended. An infomercial filled the screen, but John had turned it down to nearly inaudible. Jack was sprawled across the sitting room floor, tangled in the blanket John had thrown on him. Clover continued to sleep soundly across John's lap, her soft rhythmic breathing a relaxing sound as he occasionally brushed her hair. Sherlock watched from the corner of his eye, at the sad but fond look that was on the doctor's face.
They hadn't spoken since Sherlock had all but confessed to drugging the children's drinks. John had been deep in thought, and Sherlock was mildly concerned that his flat mate was truly upset about the s