What John and Sherlock were really thinking at Angelo’s restaurant
Okay Watson. Talk about something. Ummm. Oh yeah, who was that man?
“People don’t have archenemies.”
Hmm, looks like he’s a bit distracted.
“In real life. There are no archenemies in real life. Doesn’t happen.”
Oh, boring. Thought he’d ask something a bit more interesting.
“Doesn’t it? Sounds a bit dull.”
Wow, this bloke only likes danger. Can’t say I mind.
Don’t answer. It’s always fun to have a little suspense.
“What do real people have then, in their real lives?”
Hmm. He didn’t answer. I guess he doesn’t want to tell me right now. That’s fine I suppose. Okay, okay. Answer the question.
“Friends. People they know, people they like, people they don’t like.”
Oh great, I can steer the conversation from here.
“Girlfriends, boyfriends.”
Still boring. Wish the serial killer would turn up soon.
“Yes, well, as I was saying…Dull.”
Shit, he must not be into that type of thing then.
“You don’t have a girlfriend then.”
“Girlfriend? No, not really my area.”
Okay, not women. So he’s not bi…
…but definitely not straight.
“Do you have a boyfriend?”
Wait, he might think I’m judging him.
“Which is fine, by the way.”
How did we get to this subject again?
“So you’ve got a boyfriend then?”
Wait. Is this going where I think it’s going? Because in that case, yes please.
Yes! He didn’t say he’s not into men.
Lip licking is suggestive of sexual attraction.
Is he really interested in me that way?
He’s hot, and military too, AND he likes danger. This could be perfect. Good god, he’s attractive.
“You’re unattached. Just like me. Fine. Good.”
No, you don’t want to embarrass yourself in front of this insanely hot man.
John Hamish Watson, you have been to Afghanistan and back, you’re a bloody army doctor. Buck up, and ask it!
Ask me. Please ask me. Good god, he’s hot. I want you Johnnnnn.
Remember the rule? Don’t get attached. Don’t get attached. Don’t get attached.
He’s so attractive though…
No, Sherlock. Sociopath. Sociopath. S-o-c-i-o-p-a-t-h.
“John, um… I think you should know that I consider myself married to my work, and while I’m flattered I’m not really looking for any…”
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. Back track. Back track. Deny it.
“No. No, I’m…not asking. No.”
“I’m just saying, it’s all fine.”
See Sherlock, he wasn’t even interested in you. Well, maybe if he moves into Baker Street, we can change that.
Oh! There’s a cab stopped outside. Could be our killer. Let’s go show this soldier what life with Sherlock Holmes is like.