‍ ‍𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚁 ‎‎‎ ‎‎‎ — ‎‎‎ ‎‎‎ 𝑜𝑛.

𝙸 𝚆𝙾𝙺𝙴 𝚄𝙿. —— ( how did you sleep? ) 𝙸 𝙳𝙸𝙳𝙽'𝚃. 𝙸 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃. —— ( you just said you woke up. ) 𝙸 𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙿𝙿𝙴𝙳 𝙻𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙳𝙾𝚆𝙽.

the roads we walk have demons beneath, and 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 have been waiting for a very long time. [ ... ]

Do you think he’ll notice?

THE ROADS WE WALK HAVE * 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐒 BENEATH : AND 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR A VERY 𝙻𝙾𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙴.

"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."

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. "Maybe—" but he shakes his head –

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.

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 –

Sherlock, for once, is quietly sitting in his armchair, reading a book. So John will have to find someone else to be angry at.