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Dec. 23rd, 2011 10:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
itsallfineJohn still looks just a little shocked as he walks into 221B. There's a bag hanging from each shoulder, two more in the stroller he's left downstairs, and a child held to his chet. And John looks like he isn't entirely sure what's happened between leaving the apartment two days ago when Clara called in the middle of the day, and walking back in now.
He sets down a bag on his chair, shifting his grasp on the sleeping boy as he glances into the kitchen. He's looking for Sherlock, hoping he hasn't picked up a case in the past two days, but he doesn't want to yell and wake Dorian.
He sets down a bag on his chair, shifting his grasp on the sleeping boy as he glances into the kitchen. He's looking for Sherlock, hoping he hasn't picked up a case in the past two days, but he doesn't want to yell and wake Dorian.
