"No, it's...quite all right," Sherlock said, with a half-shrug. "You're not the only one and..."

Another pang of missing John. He tried to bury the feeling, like he did when he was away for those two years.

Just don't think about it. You'll be home before you know it. It won't be that long, in the end.

"...I don't mind. I'm used to it." There was a faint thread of humor in his voice, coupled with nostalgia. He held up one of the sausages. "These are quite good. Did you make them?"