Sherlock sat in his recliner as he had his hands folded across his chest as he stared out of the open window when the door opened.
"Sherlock, are you in here?" John asked as he came into the living room to see him sitting.
"What is it, John?" Sherlock questioned as he did not even bothered to look over at the blonde.
"Have you gotten clues in who are suspect is?"
"Yes, I had already sent Lestrade the name." Sherlock informs him as he rose to his feet and walked out of the room.
"I see…" John said as he watched Sherlock pour him a cup of tea.
"I know you want to ask me something John just spit it out." Sherlock says as he comes back into the room.
"What makes you think that?" John asks.
"Your constant avoidance of eye contact the tugging of your sleeves constantly and the fact you avoid it just now so will ask me what you want already." Sherlock tells him.
"Okay…. Sherlock will you be my Valentine?" John asked.
Sherlock rose an eyebrow at John. "I will be delighted to." Sherlock says after the moment of shock.