Sherlock advent drabbles :D

Today's word is: P's and Q's

John gets home from work to find Sherlock sitting at the dining table in front of a laptop. A brief glance ensures John that, thankfully, the laptop in question is Sherlock's own.

As John takes off his jacket, Sherlock stops typing and looks up. "Did you have a good day?" Sherlock asks.

It takes John a moment to register the question. He frowns. "What?"

"Did you have a good day?" Sherlock smiles at him.

"Oh. Right. Er. It was good, thanks." John looks at Sherlock. "And you?" John asks, confused. How was your day?"

Sherlock's smile widens. "Good." He glances at the table beside him. "Some post arrived for you today." He picks up a few letters and hands them to John.

"Thanks." John's not quite sure what's going on. He sits down with his letters and opens them.

Bills, bills, adverts...

After a few minutes, Sherlock's beside him with a mug. "Tea?"

"Wait," says John. He takes the mug as Sherlock offers it to him. "Wait. What's going on?"

Sherlock smiles down at him. "Just making you tea."

"No." John shakes his head. "You don't just make tea." He looks at Sherlock. "Why are you being so nice? You're not normally this nice."

Sherlock's lips quirk. "I don't need a reason to be nice, John."

And that's possibly the scariest thing John's heard in a long time. "What have you done? Is it...?" Worried, John goes to check that his bedroom is in one piece.

"I didn't touch your wardrobe," calls Sherlock after him.

If anything, that just makes John run faster.