@beedork .|. sherlock being gently harassed with love from bobbi .|.
bobbi was by nature an isolated person, well cats didn’t count. but she’d taken to sherlock, and right wrong or otherwise - he now receive most if not all of her human attention. grocery delivery had also been the single best thing to happen to her, she never had to actually go anywhere. which freed up a great deal of social time.
Which social time with Sherlock usually meant listening while he thought out loud, sketching in his general vicinity, or him indulging as she went on a rampage about a book she read or an artist she liked. It was a strangly comfortable relationship. One she didn’t want to do without, because ultimately affection, and in its own way a sort of love - made things messy. And rarely did she enjoy messy human relationships. But as she trudged through the snow of the sidewalk and tapped on the door - teapot in hand. It occurred to her she really didn’t mind this particular human entanglement. “ Sherlock open the door - the tea is getting cold and I even remembered mugs.” This time she knocked with the toe of her boot. Hands around the pot savoring the warmth. “I’m also freezing to death and I’ll find a way to blame it on you if I actually freeze to death on your front stoop —.”
