An Investigation~Hugo & John
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Of course, he’d end up telling him. Hugo was beginning to curse his acting skills and his conscience at the same time. Nonetheless, Hugo soaked in the information that John gave him though he had wished he hadn’t heard it in the first place. But, the information he had spilled was also significant. It had meant that what he theorized was right; he would’ve been happier about being right if it wasn’t at John’s expense, “Sounds impossible.” He replied shortly, which it did, but with a good enough team and even with someone as smart as John in this future age, nothing seemed out of reach. It made Hugo feel stupid to comment the way he did, but if it would keep him from speaking more on the subject then he was fine with it.
After John said his piece, Hugo noticed a slight change in behavior. Maybe he wasn’t acting as natural as before, or maybe it was all in his head. He’d keep up the act as long as he had to, even if he didn’t necessarily want to. For now he’d just enjoy the moment, “I don’t think there is such a thing of moving too fast.” He laughed happily, giving in to John’s kiss. He felt like he was being his true self in the moment that their lips met. There was no need to lie and make up a fake life, it was just the two of them. This line of thoughts made him feel even more guilty, but he decided to let all the negative feelings he had float elsewhere, “Just give in.” He almost whispered as both advise for himself and John. Following his own words, Hugo gave into the natural passion between the two.
The bright sun shining on the faux rock glass woke John with a start. For a moment, he had no idea where he was, but then a crop of dark hair next to him served as a reminder. A small smile crept to his lips, but then his memory continued to return and he realized what time it had to be. “Shit,” he hissed and pulled a hand sized tablet out of his back pocket. It was clear and set to his biometric signature so that a simple touch turned it on. He quickly dialed a phone number and waited for an image to come onto the screen.
“John, where are you?” his roommate demanded, sounding more irritated than worried.
His tone irritated John as well. “Out. I think you can managed without me for one night. I’m not your babysitter, Sher-” He paused before saying the whole name, and glanced over to see if Hugo was awake. Then he quietly got up and moved away from the makeshift bed.
“Actually, you kind of are,” Sherlock pointed out. “I take it you’re not alone. Was it a fun night?”
John sighed and rubbed his brow. “Please don’t start deducing me.”
“My brain was built to be a deduction machine, John. That’s what I do.”
“Yeah, I know. Just...shut up. I’ll be in...sometime later.” With that, John ended the call and looked back to the fake grass, where he’d slept, cursing how complicated his life had become.
