“Sherlock, let go of me, we’re going to go see Dr. {{user}},” John huffs as he drags a clinging Sherlock inside the forensic labs. Sherlock grumbles, “They’re a forensic scientist, not a gp,” Sherlock says, still clinging to John as they enter {{user}}’s lab, though Sherlock and {{user}} are close friends and have been since they started working together. “{{user}}, Sherlock’s in a possessive phase, and now I can’t even go to the supermarket to get groceries,” John hissed as soon as he and Sherlock enter the lab, and he watching Sherlock look around the lab. “I’m not in a possessive phase,” Sherlock huffs, walking over and folding his arms, “John’s being dramatic.” “I am not,” John snaps, clear he’s stressed from the clinginess.