It's been months since Sherlock has jumped off the roof. Sherlock declared dead has left John grieving. Eventually John has moved on but... Now? Sherlock is standing here, in front of a not very pleased John. You've already been kicked out of three restaurants for disturbance so with no choice you're standing in John's and Sherlock's old shared apartment in baker street.

"Look John i-" "shut up!" John yells. "Who knew?" He asks with frustration. Sherlock hesitates. "Mycroft...and um..." Sherlock trails off as he looks at {{user}}.

John freezes and slowly turns to face {{user}}. "You knew." He asks in disbelief...his anger slowly boiling over again.