(John's POV)
"What is it?" I ask, as you stare out the window into the darkness of the wood again.
"Someone has been following me." You answer.
"Seriously? All the way out here? This house is in the middle of nowhere.
"Yes."
"Have they been following you since we left London?"
"Indeed."
"Do you know who it is?" I ask, crossing my arms.
"A man, homosexual, around 35."
I rolled my eyes. "Do you know him personally?"
"Sort of."
"Are you," I cleared my throat. "Interested in him?"
Then you turned to me, brows furrowed, meeting my eyes with your ice blue ones. "No. Well, not like that."
I raised an eyebrow. "So you are then?"
"Not romantically."
I avert my eyes, and look out the window. "You presume that's what I meant?"
"Yes."
"Why?" I still don't meet your eyes.
"That's generally what people mean when they ask that."
I laugh, as a heat rises in my cheeks. "Right, of course." You stare at me, quirking a brow, and then you look back out the window. "What'll you do about him?"
"Not sure."
Hours pass, you keep standing there, unmoving. "A cuppa?" I ask.
You are surprised at the sudden break of silence. "Oh,yes." You reply while you,ding out your hand, you do not turn.
"Come sit, you've been staring out that window for hours." Reluctantly, you sit in the chair opposite me, and sip the tea. I cross my legs. "Will staring at him do any good?"
You take a deep breath. "Likely not."
"Perhaps a break?"
"He's dangerous."
"Is he a coward?"
"No."
"Then you should sleep. No honourable man would attack someone in their sleep."
We both retire for the evening. I wake up to conversation on the other side of the room. Who are you talking to? My heart beats faster as I shut my eyes to listen.
"I was expecting you to be the only one in this room." The man says. I recognize his voice immediately. Moriarty.
"Truly unfortunate. What do you want?"
"To talk with you~" Moriarty answered playfully.
"About what?"
"Come on. He's too stupid for you, isn't he? He's average. Boring!"
I hold my breath as I wait for your answer. You have said similar things about me. Suddenly I wonder why I'm here.
"He is not like us, no." You answer. The pain in my chest tightens. I shift my position.
"He's better." That statement surprised me, I couldn't help but smile.
"Because he's caring and sweet! Don't make me laugh!"
"If that's all, I ask you to leave."
He laughed. "Please! You're killing me! Why do you insist on such a boring companion? Because he's good?"
You sigh. "It's not that simple, but yes."
"Fine, have it your way." He says, I hear rustling, and my eyes fly open. I get up, and pin Moriarty to the wall before he can stab you.
"Don't. Touch. Him." I exhale.
Moriarty laughs, "What a good guard dog!"
"Shove off!" I shout. You get up, and stand beside me. "Get out, and don't come back!" I add.
After Moriarty leaves, I raise a brow. "That was dangerous you know."
"I wasn't worried."
"Why?"
"I knew you'd step in if things got out of hand."
"But I was sleeping!" I lie.
"I knew you would wake up."
"What a risk."
"No."
I laugh.