Started the second of chapter of ‘It Doesn’t Usually Start with a Wedding.’ Yeah slightly more than six.
Sherlock ruffled his hair as he looked in the mirror. It was half-seven in the morning, earlier than he usually was about, but he hadn’t given John a specific time. And given that John was a military man, eight in the morning was his most likely time of arrival. The flat was in need of a tidy, but he made some effort at straightening the magazines and making sure the experiments were mostly put up. He turned the kettle on and took one last look around the flat before heading downstairs.
Ridiculous, really. John was an alpha, after all. No doubt he’d find an omega soon enough and settle down. But in the meantime, he could be a great asset to the work