That night Sherlock slept on the couch, He didn't want to make things più awkward with Joan. When he woke, he thought about what to say to her, he couldn't just ignore this. He sat up and saw Irene in the kitchen.
'Your up early.'
'Couldn't sleep, What about you?'
'A lot on my mind.' Irene went and sat successivo to him.
'Here.' She handed him a cup of tea.
'Thank you.' He took a sip.
'So what's on your mind?' Sherlock remained silent, just staring at his tea. 'Does it have something to do with te sleeping on the couch?'
'It doesn't matter.' He leaned inoltrare, avanti and placed his cup on the table.
'Joan?'
'...We..We...
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