The sunlight fell into the room through the open window. John stretched and looked at the alarm clock. He woke up ten minutes before the set time of the alarm. There was no point to lie back, so he went downstairs to make breakfast.
This morning seemed to be a different. No sounds of the violin, or fumes coming out of the kitchen. Instead smell various kinds of experimental vapors, John felt pleasant smell of coffee and freshly made toast.

"Mrs. Hudson, what are you ...?" Interrupted, because she was not there and the only person who was in the room was Holmes. He has making just a second cup of coffee.
"Sherlock? What ...?"

"Good morning, John," he said, putting cups on the table.

"Morning," muttered, looking up in a daze on clean table and plates of toast with cheese, lying on it. He sat down, glancing once at Sherlock, then again on the sandwiches. Holmes sat down, spreading the newspaper which he held under his arm. He began to browse it, nibbling crispy toast. Watson staring unwittingly at the detective. After a moment, Sherlock put down the newspaper and looked questioningly at John.

"Something's wrong?"

"Eeemm ... no." He back to reality. "That's mean, yes. What's this?" He finished, pointing the laid table. Sherlock drank a sip of coffee and said a peacefull voice.

"Breakfast, my dear John. I'm sorry, but unfortunately jam ran out, so I made with cheese."

Watson began quickly analyze what he saw and heard.
Thanks God, that he has not eaten toast prepared for him at this time because inevitably would choke by them. Maybe I still asleep and wake up soon, because it can't be a reality, he thought.
"Wait a minute, he said "my dear John"? No, I may have some auditory hallucinations ... but he said this. Maybe he hit by something in head when I slept or this is some another, strange experiment." Confusion in his head was getting bigger.

"Are you okay?" A deep tone of detective's voice and lightly shaking by the shoulder, awoke John from the chaos of thoughts.

"What? Oh, yes," he said, trying tobrace oneself and explain this unusual spectacle.
"Okay, who you are and what you did with Sherlock?"

Dark-haired man looked at him with the expression of misunderstanding.

"You made us breakfast, for no reason?" He added. Holmes nodded. "And you used two words that normally you wouldn't say."

"What words?" He asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Which? You said 'sorry' and ..." Paused a moment, wondering if for sure this word was used "... 'dear John'," he finished, leaving 'my' because the situation was enough strange.

"Yes, indeed. I thought is nothing wrong with that, but perhaps I exaggerated with "my dear", because I see that you felt uncomfortable. In that case, if you do not want to, so I will not speak thus."

"I ..." Again, he could not put into words. "... Not the point. I wanted to know what happened? Why do you act so strange today? That's mean different than usual," clarified.

"But it's nothing strange, normal people do the breakfast and relate to each other politely."

"But you're not normal. You are, as you say, high-functioning sociopath, and it probably rules out, right?"

"That's right, according to the basic theory and descriptions of such cases, but I think that it is impossible to close someone in a fixed scheme. Each of us in some way goes beyond it, and can not be clearly assigned to the case. That we choose in which direction we are going. Certain characteristics are genetically determined, but the rest we shaping throughout life, and some adjustments can be made in any time."

"So I understand that you want to change, to be more an average?"

"No, I do not want to change, I make only small adjustments. If I decide that they are beneficial, will remain for longer."

John tried to understand the logic of Sherlock, but he really couldn't.

"For longer? Which means?"

"Until I get bored."

Watson sighed loudly and tapped Holmes on the shoulder, then stood up, picking up the empty cup and plate, to put them of the sink.

"Well, for a moment I was afraid, but returned my old Sherlock," he said with a smile.

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