A pair of rooms. The real reason he'd been letting John make the sleeping arrangements was because he wanted to know exactly where he stood with the other man after all of that. There were two logical choices for John to choose from, those being a pair of rooms or a room with a pair of beds. It might not have made much difference to the other man, but it made a world of difference to someone who has a habit of overanalysing things to the point of coming across as OCD.
Apparently, they were back to square one. Back before their first direct contact with Jim Moriarty when they were still 'Sherlock' and 'John' as two separate entities instead of 'Sherlock and John' as the assumed set.
Satisfied (but not pleased) with the answer, he walks down the stairs without another word to let John take care of what he needs to do.
When John comes downstairs, he'll find Sherlock is also freshly showered. He's currently hunched over his new dissecting microscope while blindly taking notes on a small pad of paper next to him. Every few seconds, he alternates the angle he's holding his specimen.
"I've ordered that polarised light microscope," he tells John off-handedly and without looking up, specifically meaning the slightly large and expensive one he'd been looking at in a catalogue a week and a half ago. Without being able to use the resources of Scotland Yard and Molly no longer feeling quite as infatuated with him after living with him for a week and a half, he needs another way to access the proper equipment.
Too true, that. XD Though 'pre' angst there is foreboding
Apparently, they were back to square one. Back before their first direct contact with Jim Moriarty when they were still 'Sherlock' and 'John' as two separate entities instead of 'Sherlock and John' as the assumed set.
Satisfied (but not pleased) with the answer, he walks down the stairs without another word to let John take care of what he needs to do.
When John comes downstairs, he'll find Sherlock is also freshly showered. He's currently hunched over his new dissecting microscope while blindly taking notes on a small pad of paper next to him. Every few seconds, he alternates the angle he's holding his specimen.
"I've ordered that polarised light microscope," he tells John off-handedly and without looking up, specifically meaning the slightly large and expensive one he'd been looking at in a catalogue a week and a half ago. Without being able to use the resources of Scotland Yard and Molly no longer feeling quite as infatuated with him after living with him for a week and a half, he needs another way to access the proper equipment.