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That night Sherlock slept on the couch, He didn't want to make things thêm 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 tiếp theo 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 bạn sleeping on the couch?'
'It doesn't matter.' He leaned phía trước, chuyển tiếp and placed his cup on the table.
'Joan?'
'...We..We...

After a couple of days, Joan was discharged but they kept Sherlock in for thêm observation along with Mycroft. As his brother slept, Sherlock couldn't help but blame himself. If he knew Moriarty was in Luân Đôn his would never have come and this probably wouldn't have happened. Joan crept in along with this Joseph.
'Hey.'
'Hey.' She gave him a quick kiss. 'How are bạn feeling?'
'I'm fine, i don't know why...'
'It's just a precaution.'
'I know.. but i want to go trang chủ with bạn and this little one. How is he?'
'He's good, feels so weird..I didn't expect to have him for another three months..and now..here...