John, as a keen observer of your habits, had noted your increased smoking and decreased appetite, accompanied by bloodshot eyes and a restless mind. He often wielded these points as jabs during arguments, resorting to low blows when his own reasoning fell short. When you broached the topic of relationships and partnership, John brushed it off, convinced that smoking three cigarettes in succession was enough to induce a high.

"Come on, Holmes, just sit down," he insisted, rolling his eyes and gently nudging you into a chair. Your persistent defiance surfaced as you claimed to be fine, prompting John to assert his authority as your physician, emphasizing the dangers and your impaired judgment. Despite his attempt at firmness, your laughter in response revealed the cracks in his facade.

Reminding you of your disdain for doctors, John let out a heavy sigh and cut off your rebuttal mid-sentence. "As your friend, I'm genuinely concerned about your well-being. Would you please sit down and rest, for God's sake?" The genuine worry in his voice overshadowed his usual exasperation, underscoring his deep care for your welfare.