Boyfriend Development Program

"Afghanistan or Iran?"

Standing at the window watching Mccroft go away alertly, Seamus jumped back nimbly and quickly sat down on the sofa.Glancing at the little man across the way who hesitated to speak, a smirk quickly formed on the boy's face, and he asked first.

"What..." John almost jumped up from the sofa as if he had been stimulated by something.However, he soon realized his gaffe, stabilized his figure suddenly, sat upright and returned to his original position, and answered honestly, just like he answered Sherlock at the beginning, "Afghanistan." After finishing speaking, he First, he took a careful look at the curly-haired boy, then moved his lips, and finally, as if he had realized something, a relieved smile appeared on his face.After calming down, he tried his best to make the expression on his face not look so sad: "Why, you can also act? Did Sherlock teach you?"

"Almost." Seamus glanced at John quickly and muttered.

"Want something to drink?"

"Black coffee, two sugars." After popping out these two phrases almost without thinking, the corner of Seamus' eyes instantly caught the suddenly stiff body of the man opposite.He narrowed his eyes slightly again, calmly interpreting the meaning in the other person's body language: it's Sherlock again, interesting.Immediately, he looked at John with a smirk, and pretended to be puzzled and asked, "Is there a problem?"

John subconsciously licked his lips, forcibly suppressing the overflowing emotions in his heart: "No, no... no problem, I'll make coffee right now." He almost controlled all the strength in his body to keep his legs from limping Even more powerful.He could even feel that the pair of Sherlock-like eyes behind him were looking at him with probing eyes.Staggering and falling into the kitchen, he realized how much his hands were shaking, and he almost couldn't hold the cup in his hand steadily.

—John, calm down, calm down.He is seamus.He is not Sherlock.He's not the one you're thinking of.

Once again to build up his mind, John felt that strong impulse gradually recede.Then, the familiar sadness gradually flooded up, filling the entire mouth.Unspeakably bitter.Taking a deep breath, John skillfully suppressed the bitterness.

It took John 5 minutes to wait for the water to boil and the coffee to be brewed.These times are enough for him to calm down.So, when John came out with two cups of coffee, his face had returned to calmness.However, the next moment, his calm was broken by a certain realization: Seamus was not in the living room!

"seamus?" He put down his coffee, a little panicked, "seamus?!"

"John, don't yell so loudly." Seamus revealed a furry head from the bedroom beside him, with a slightly dissatisfied tone, "I'm here."

"How can you run around!" John breathed a sigh of relief, and then severely reprimanded the naughty boy in front of him, "Also, seamus, you can't call me by my name! I'm older than you, a polite boy Children will never call their elders by their first names!"

"Then what should I call you?" Seamus walked in front of John, quietly looked at John with his gray-green eyes, and some inexplicable emotions slipped through his eyes, "dr. Watson? Ujohn? Or... ?” Or something, he didn’t go on, or maybe he didn’t know what to say.The boy paused, and all the sharpness on his face faded like the midnight tide.Just like a hedgehog with spikes all over its body retracting its sharp thorns, his expression softened a bit.He muttered a few syllables—the syllables were too fast and too low for John to hear clearly, and quickly continued with a cheerful tone: "Come on John, this is good. You have to admit, you can't accept what I just said those titles."

"Damnit!" John shot Seamus a look, but as the boy said, he really couldn't accept it——damn as smart as Sherlock.Glancing at the room the boy had been to just now——the room of his good roommate, a faint smile appeared on John's face, and he rubbed the other's curly hair, "You saw through it, smart boy."

"I've decided." Still with a disgusted expression on his face, the boy didn't dodge John's hand on his head for some reason, but with a sullen face, he pointed to the room he had been to before and announced loudly, "I I will sleep there from now on!"

"But that's..." John looked at the boy with some embarrassment.

"I know, Sherlock's room." Seamus continued casually, "But I think, as his nephew, I have the right to use all his belongings."

"...You're right." The smile disappeared in an instant.Lowering his eyelids, John said with difficulty.Unconsciously, he clenched his fists.It wasn't until the sharp pain of nails poking into the palm that John suddenly realized.He knew there would come a day when all that person's possessions would no longer be in his "temporary custody."He wasn't Sherlock's relative, let alone that man's lover, they just shared the same room, shared the air in this house.Friends, bloggers, roommates... so many titles, none of which gave him any right to detain Sherlock.It's just that he never expected that this day would come so suddenly... Slightly let go, he tried his best to force a smile on his face, "This is your right."

On this side, with just one glance, Seamus saw the bloodshot eyes on John's palm.Frowning slightly, he glanced suspiciously at the trance smile of the little man in front of him, and quickly thought in his heart: John probably doesn't know how ugly his smile is.Just what is it with such strong feelings?miss?No, it's heavier than nostalgia.Lost?No no no, not lost.sad?There was no doubt that John was grieving.But what else?Hmm, some emotion that was deleted by myself?Oh, why does this little man in front of him have such strong emotions? …interesting.

No doubt Seamus was intrigued by John's current emotions that he didn't have.He looked at the other party calmly, and decided to include this subject in the experiment.

Obviously, John didn't notice the boy's secret plan, but he suspected that the boy's clever head might have seen through all his disguises.In order to break the dull atmosphere at the moment, he changed the subject abruptly: "By the way, the coffee you want."

Seamus accepted the coffee obediently, sat quietly in Sherlock's "front" seat and drank it.

...

After finally making it to bedtime, John settled Seamus, and finally sat on his own bed successfully.

"What a chaotic day." With a tired and helpless smile, John rubbed his face and sighed, "It's hard to imagine that the days to come will be like this." What surprised him most was that he didn't have any To give up the urge to keep Seamus temporarily.

Just as he was thinking, there was a sound of "Ding Dong", and the sound of a text message sounded, successfully attracting his attention.He grabbed the phone, and the name "Mary" was displayed on it.Sighing again, he pressed the "OK" button——

Are you done? -mary

It's over, although seamus doesn't have the peace of mind he imagined.Today's appointment, I'm sorry. -jw

It's an emergency, you didn't mean it, so don't mind it.You must be exhausted, right?Please take a rest early. -mary

Thank you and good night. -jw

Good night. -mary

After silently watching the "good night" for a while, John finally breathed a sigh of relief.Due to the sudden visit of Mycroft and Seamus, John had to call and cancel the appointment with Mary.Fortunately, Mary was not angry.

…seamus.

Soon, the boy's name slipped into his mind again.At the same time, the other party's gray-green eyes, slightly curly black hair, and even the boy's stubborn expression and occasional disdainful eyes slid in.All of these remind him of the existence of another person all the time.

Throwing the phone on the bed casually, John threw himself on his back on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. "Sherlock..." Involuntarily, he spit out that person's name again, over and over again, "...sherlock." In the empty bedroom, he could finally pour out all the thoughts and feelings in his heart wantonly.Don't be afraid of being guessed, and don't be afraid of being seen through.

Seamus and Sherlock, reality and illusion, John felt that he had never been so fucked up in his life.

After lying on his back for a while, John got up and sat up, his face regained his composure. ——He thought of the game console he left aside in the afternoon.And that game description, if he remembers correctly, clearly "predicted" the incident of Sherlock becoming smaller (although judging from what happened before, it was another person who was very similar to his good roommate)... Thinking of this , John's head, which was a little stunned by the sourness in his heart, suddenly woke up, and began to search for the existence of the game console.

On the bed, no.

On the table and chairs, no.

On the bedside table, no.

...

Not everywhere. ——John searched almost every corner of the room, but found no shadow of the game console.

... hallucinations?still…?

The unbelieving former military doctor searched the room again, but still couldn't find the game console he remembered.

"Okay." Standing in the middle of the messy room, John finally gave up.He frowned, thought about the cause and effect of the game console, and finally decided to attribute all this to his own hallucinations.The next moment, he mobilized the muscles on his face and gave himself a smile, and couldn't help muttering, "This is not just a split personality, but also a mental hallucination. Well, Hannibal will be happy to communicate with me about this."

John really felt that he should talk to the psychiatrist Hannibal.

This night, he did not take sleeping pills.