Texting

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“Avery,” Sherlock snarled as he entered her apartment.
“Sherlock dearest,” she said. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“Leave John alone.”
“Hmm?”
“John. Leave him.”
She frowned. “But you said you weren’t interested in him. Are you saying you want him now?”
Sherlock frowned. “No-”
“But then,” she said with a smile and a shrug, “what’s the problem?”
He had no answer for her.

He returned home in a mood. John wisely avoided him for the next few days. But then the texting began.
Small things at first.
‘How are you?- Avery’
Then more random things.
‘I’m bored. Fancy a snog? – Avery’
And of course each text made Sherlock more angry. There was no point trying to hide the texts, Sherlock always knew when one arrived.
So John turned off his phone. Instead Avery emailed him.
John felt incredibly guilty. It was his fault Sherlock and Avery were fighting.

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