John glared, but halfheartedly, badly hiding a smile. "Lovely. I'll let you take the lead on that one, then."
He followed Sherlock to a room just two doors down from the one he'd picked out for himself. Ironic, he supposed, though it was almost creepy given the Big Brother-esque aspects of the place he'd seen so far.
But any thought of questioning Sherlock about the nature of the station fled his mind when he went through the door. "How long have you been here?" he asked, looking around in near-consternation at the unholy mess. There was barely room to walk between piles of things, clothes and bits of technology and God knew what else; John certainly had no desire to excavate and find out.
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He followed Sherlock to a room just two doors down from the one he'd picked out for himself. Ironic, he supposed, though it was almost creepy given the Big Brother-esque aspects of the place he'd seen so far.
But any thought of questioning Sherlock about the nature of the station fled his mind when he went through the door. "How long have you been here?" he asked, looking around in near-consternation at the unholy mess. There was barely room to walk between piles of things, clothes and bits of technology and God knew what else; John certainly had no desire to excavate and find out.