You walked into the flat, your flatmates both turning their heads to look at you. "Welcome back." John greeted you with a nod and smile through his bushy moustache. Sherlock was, up until now sitting in his armchair with his feet on the table. "Oh, you're back. Good, good, then I can tell you about this new case." He smiled widely and took his pipe to smoke. John sighed. "Give us a break Sherlock, they just came home and you've been blabbing to me about it this entire time."