Don’t get me wrong, I am grateful beyond words to my brother (and, by extension, his flatmate) for letting me crash on his couch for the past few days, but I really need to get a place of my own. Besides, there is only so long I can stand to watch my brother attempting to pretend that he is not madly in love with his flatmate. It would probably be adorable if it were anyone but my brother, but he’s so defensively heterosexual and I could be wrong but I think Sherlock sort of likes him too and just ugh. I don’t want to be around for Johnny’s inevitable big gay freakout. I’d try to talk to him about it, but that would be painful beyond words. He’ll figure things out eventually.
Not to mention that Sherlock seems to have John helping him with some sort of case. I’m pretty sure that the DI was less than pleased that I was around when he was trying to brief them or whatever.
Sherlock’s sister is looking more and more like my only option. I can only hope she’s more sane than her brother.