[It's easy to just want to listen, to close his eyes and just imagine it's a night at Baker Street. John can picture the living room, sitting in his chair and reading while his friend practices. Maybe it's just after a case, there's hot tea sitting on the side table next to him.
John shakes himself out of it. That's not... right. Nothing is warm here, and Sherlock needs to focus on moving. They can deal with how he managed to get his violin later. The doctor's voice is a military bark when he next speaks up.]
Sherlock! Put your gloves back on and wait 'til you're inside, you bloody show-off.
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John shakes himself out of it. That's not... right. Nothing is warm here, and Sherlock needs to focus on moving. They can deal with how he managed to get his violin later. The doctor's voice is a military bark when he next speaks up.]
Sherlock! Put your gloves back on and wait 'til you're inside, you bloody show-off.