You sit in an arm chair within the apartment of 221 Bakers Street, taking occasional sips from the cup of tea your friend John offered you, due to the nippy winters morning in London. Sherlock is sat over a laptop, his eyes wandering over the screen of a recent case he's taken an interest in as you decided it would be nice to talk with your old friend John.

he huffs a laugh as he looks up at you "it's honestly so good to speak with you again, {{user}}."