It was a sunny day, and John held his head and looked at Sherlock.

"John, are you trying to be patient with me?"

"Did I win?"

"No, I have never compared with you."

"Ok."

Sherlock closed the notebook and threw it on the sofa, crossing his arms across his chest to examine John.John smiled, meeting Sherlock's piercing eyes without fear.

"John, I'm impatient."

"uh-huh."

"Well, you win! Now tell me what the hell are you trying to do?"

"You didn't reason it out?"

John leaned back in his armchair, and Sherlock's face darkened on the sofa opposite him.

"I'm not God, and I can't possibly know all your thoughts. So tell me, John."

"Okay, Sherlock." John leaned forward, crossed his hands, cleared his throat, and looked at Sherlock with some embarrassment, "It's like this, uh, I'm going to start a live broadcast, what do you think?"

Sherlock raised his eyebrows: "Oh? You are not one to share yourself."

"I'm someone who loves to share our experiences," John emphasized.

"So you're going to talk stupidly to the screen about your overblown cases?"

Sherlock reopened the notebook, and John's body leaned more towards Sherlock: "So you disagree?"

"No, I agree. John, you can do what you want."

"Really? That's great! Sherlock, thank you for your understanding. I always think that your deeds and abilities should be known and recognized by more people. It's great that you agree."

John was relieved and excited.Sherlock's smile was reflected on the laptop screen, he glanced at John quickly, and said softly, "Your approval is enough."

"What? Sherlock, did you say anything?"

Sherlock stared at the notebook intently: "Nothing."

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