Sherlock wasn’t entirely surprised John didn’t hear or see anything. [Invading your AskBox] John was a rather pragmatic soul, but he actually was surprised that he, himself, did. Lying on his back, heart still pounding from exertion, endorphins sizzling deliciously in his veins, Sherlock watched the vaguely familiar hazy outline move along the bedroom wall, leaving a line of faintly-glowing text: _’8 for technique but 2 for choice. Really, HIM? You could’ve done so much better.’_ [1 of 2]