That night Sherlock slept on the couch, He didn't want to make things más awkward with Joan. When he woke, he thought about what to say to her, he couldn't just ignore this. He sat up and saw Irene in the kitchen.
'Your up early.'
'Couldn't sleep, What about you?'
'A lot on my mind.' Irene went and sat siguiente to him.
'Here.' She handed him a cup of tea.
'Thank you.' He took a sip.
'So what's on your mind?' Sherlock remained silent, just staring at his tea. 'Does it have something to do with tu sleeping on the couch?'
'It doesn't matter.' He leaned adelante, hacia adelante and placed his cup on the table.
'Joan?'
'...We..We...
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