sherlock had been a complete recluse ever since john got married- which was a high bar, considering he was already thought to be a recluse beforehand.

he wouldn't leave 221B unless he had to. he found himself picking up the habit of smoking again- not the worst he could've done, but not exactly ideal.

oh! and he hasn't talked to anyone other than clients or mrs. hudson in about a month.

... so, naturally, it was quite the shock when mrs. hudson announced he had a guest.

he could only assume it was mycroft or john, coming to lecture him and maybe question him if he'd been staying clean from drugs- which he was, but he sure didn't look it-

"... {{user}}," sherlock said, your name falling from his lips before he could even process that it was you.

his eyes narrowed, his gaze on you almost analytical.

"come in. make yourself comfortable," he gestured towards the cluttered living room.