John didn’t mind following two steps behind: two steps behind Sherlock was still miles ahead of everyone else.
Wow, this fic is brilliant. Completely captivating from the first moment, from the first segment. This telling of the characters is one of my favourites, from the steady of John to the extreme of Sherlock, I loved each moment of them. And the game with the skull has to be one of my favourite things ever. Excellent story, excellent characters, just excellent.
“It’s your birthday,” he announced, placing a tattered linen shopping bag on the kitchen table. John blinked, unsure whether “Thank you” was an overly optimistic response to that statement. Perhaps Sherlock thought he was dim enough that he’d forgotten. He risked it anyway.
“Thank you,” he said, wiping toast crumbs off his jumper.
Sherlock smiled and gestured grandly at the bag. “You’re welcome,” he replied, magnanimously. John stared at the bag, then back at Sherlock, then back at the bag. Then he looked back at Sherlock. Just to be sure.
“My God, did you finally buy milk?”