[failed private] in which John has extensive debates with himself

[timetoblog]

Trying to get around town this time of year is murder.

And I think that might be the best play on words I've used in the last few months, given the calls my consulting detective flatmate has been getting lately. Tis the season, apparently. At least everything else seems to be working itself out.

I've still got to get Harry something for Christmas. It would be rude if I didn't, really. And... I wonder if you're even supposed to get people like Sherlock presents. He'd probably find it superfluous, so it really wouldn't be worth trying. And dealing with shopping at this time of year? Even online sites have embedded Christmas music, it seems. It's not really worth all the hassle.

Still, I suppose it wouldn't hurt.

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[torchwoodteaboy]

You never know, with the way you describe him. Maybe he'll be expecting something just because it's the thing to do, and be surprised if you didn't. Although I don't know if you should be expecting anything back. He doesn't really seem the type, from what I hear.

[This reminds him: Ianto makes a mental note to send something to John, as a thank you for all of the trouble he's gone through for him, lately]