๐ธ ๐๐พ๐บ๐ด ๐๐ฟ. โโ ( how did you sleep? ) ๐ธ ๐ณ๐ธ๐ณ๐ฝ'๐. ๐ธ ๐ณ๐พ๐ฝ'๐. โโ ( you just said you woke up. ) ๐ธ ๐๐๐พ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ด๐ณ ๐ป๐๐ธ๐ฝ๐ถ ๐ณ๐พ๐๐ฝ.
โ โฆ are you offering to give me a ๐๐๐ ๐ ๐๐๐? โ the idea is almost absurd : an outโofโtheโblue act of kindness from the man who hardly gives a damn about anyone but himself? maybe he isnโt actually awake.
โ youโ christ, donโt tell me you were a masseuse for a case. โ
"You know I have extended knowledge of anatomy." He starts, still sitting in his armchair. "I am sure I would be able to manipulate the muslces in your shoulder to the point of it hurting less at least. It's fine if you don't want to, though. Your choice."
โ ๐คโ๐๐ก? spit it out, go on. โ only turning around to look at sherlock for a second before the microwave starts to beep, signifying completion. the heatpack is shoved underneath his shirt, awkwardly twisting to press it against where his shoulder is most sore.
He watches John with narrowed eyes, the book set aside. It's no use, he currently can not concentrate on it. The refusal to the suggestion is no surprise. John always has been careful to keep his scar hidden. Even Sherlock has not seen it yet.
"Maybeโ" but he shakes his head โ
โ maybe, if i had the timeโ which, i donโt. โ besides, the thought of those places โฆ the thought of some strangerโs hands on him, on his ๐ ๐๐๐๐ , itโs not ideal.
his room upstairs was always so bloody cold in the winter months, anyways. his shoulder would just stiffen โบ
He's not troubled by the gruff answer, knowing that this is just the way John is.
"Maybe find a physical therapist during the colder months? A proper massage every once in a while could help." He gently suggests.
had happened since they started living together. every year, when the temperature dips below a certain degree, this ๐๐๐ค๐๐ฆ๐ occurs.
โ ta. โ a gruff answer as he rummages through said cabinet, pulling the heatpack out and stuffing it into the microwave.
startling at the sound of sherlockโs voice from behind him, which only makes his shoulder ๐ ๐๐๐ ๐โ a tired grunt of discomfort.
of course he knows everything, knows the pain that john is currently in with just one look. but, it isnโt as if this is the first time this โบ
It only takes him one look to know what troubles him. Of course, it's getting colder so the shoulder is bound to act up.
He's looking back to his book, even though he is not reading what's on the pages. "There's a heatpack in the bottom cupboard. You can put it into the โ
shoulders hunched as he trudges downstairs, dressing gown clutched tighter around himselfโ making a beeline for the kitchen so he can set the kettle to boil for some tea. ๐๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐, hopefully, should do the trick to settle him.
canโt bloody ๐ ๐๐๐๐, not with his bad shoulder acting up like it isโ the cold weather always makes it so stiff, which in turn makes him uncomfortable. heโs already set to throw a fit โฆ to nobody in particular. just for his own benefit.