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Sherlock's mind was officially hooked. When he returned to his flat the only thing that was on Sherlock's mind was that man. John Watson. A strong name fit for a soldier. He wanted to learn more about John so before he left he asked the bartender. An older man named Gaven or Gram or something like that. Sadly the bartender was useless only knowing John's name and what he drinks. Luckily he also told Sherlock that John likes to show up at the same time every week. So Sherlock waited.
The next Friday at about midnight Sherlock showed up and to his delight there was John. In the same corner with a whiskey in his hand. Sherlock smiled to himself a little as he approached. "Do you mind if I sit here?"
John looked up and smiled a little at Sherlock. "I wasn't sure if I would see you again. Please site." He said and gestured to the chair. Sitting down Sherlock looked the man up and down getting a little more information then asked. "So was it Afghanistan or Iraq?"
John looked a little surprised at the question then chuckles. It was a heavy scratchy sound like his voice wasn't used to doing it. Sherlock found he didn't like that idea vary much. "That's right... how did you know about that?" John had some curiosity in his eyes and Sherlock thought he looked good.
"Well it's quite obvious from the way you stand that and enter a room plus your hair cut screams military. Then there's the fact that you're alone in a bar at almost midnight I'm guessing you can't sleep or are avoiding it at all costs. Clear signs of PTSD. You also have a suntan but it stops at your wrists. So where dose a soldier get himself a suntan and shot these days? Afghanistan or Iraq?" When Sherlock finished he was a little nervous to look at John.
"That was amazing." Sherlock looked in shock at the man next to him. "I-it's nothing really. Just some clear observations." He said as he felt his cheek heat up a little. "Have I convinced you enough to maybe get that dinner?"
John chuckles again but this time it was a little sadder. "You wouldn't find me vary interesting. You're a clever man. You'll probably be bored within a week."
Sherlock fronded a little at that. "I think you're bored yourself. Why not take the chance? I could be the best decision you've made. Could be dangerous." He tried to bet John into taking the offer and it almost worked. Johns eyes light up a little as he sad the world dangers but the light was gone in a flash. "I don't do danger anymore." John stated sadly.
Sherlock looked at him. "You had a wife who died. Is that right?" He got a nod in return. "I am sorry for your loss."
John shrugs a little. "It was almost a year ago. I still love her but... there are days that I feel like in never really knew her... I'm sorry I'm bumping this on you now. I should go." Then John took out a few pounds and placed them on the table. Before he could turn to leave Sherlock grabbed his arm. "Wait... I'm sorry for being it up. Please stay?"
John shook his head slightly. "It's not your fault Sherlock. I should really go. I have work tomorrow. Maybe we'll see each other again." Then turned and left
Sherlock drop his arm and nodded as he watched the man go. "Yeah maybe." He then slumped down on the bar as the bartender came over. "I wouldn't hold your breath in him. A lot of people have tried to get close to that man over the few months he shown up. I do have to say so far he has talked to you the most." That gave Sherlock just enough hope. Standing up he nodded to the bartender. "I'll see you next week Griffin." Just before leaving Sherlock heard a shout. "It's Greg!" But then forgot about it.