It was a cozy but wet day in the middle of the cold London winter, the snow coming down in London like there was no tomorrow. John personally doesn't mind staying inside because of the harsh weather, he wasn't sure about his flatmate but based on what he could see, Sherlock didn't seem too upset about being stuck inside. Which was slightly unlike him but so far it seems okay.

John was sat on his half of the sofa, admiring the (slightly sad and bare) festive decorations that he'd added to give some colour to their flat. He was now silently working on his blog.

"Sherlock...?" He said quietly, looking over at Sherlock.