The mother was apparently poisoned, the son seems to have killed himself playing Russian roulette. It's a murder and a suicide. Or is it a suicide and a murder? At least the case is distracting John from the fact that sex with Sherlock was probably a mistake right from the start. John will learn to cope, one way or another.
This week Chapter 7…
John stood there very straight, very still, looking kindly and pleasant. He was rubbing the knuckles of his index and middle fingers past each other in a way that meant he had about seven minutes more patience before his temper flared. Sherlock saw within a minute that there was nothing decisive on the gun, but decided to use about five more of those remaining minutes just to enjoy this. There were parts of seventeen types of deadly weapons scattered on Way's workbench, and John was quietly standing there being the most dangerous object in the room. It was very, Sherlock thought happily, like being in a relationship with a small amount of manganese heptoxide. Except that John smelled very nice.
Very little time for polishing this week, so hope I didn't miss too many tyops.