The place is pretty empty, especially since Joan is used to the Brownstone or 221B, which are both full of the most odd and wonderful things.
"We should go shopping," she says in agreement, looking around. "Bookshelves would be nice. Some art for the walls. Maybe replace some of the furniture if we find things we like better."
Sherlock did a great job of setting the place up on short notice, but if they're going to live here it's good to make it theirs.
Joan shakes her head a little, looking toward the living room. "Wow," she murmurs softly, mostly to herself.
Ted will probably have a slightly less eccentric way of filling this place up than Sherlock. Ted hasn't been to 221B a lot, but he's seen some of those oddities.
He hums in agreement to the suggestion of shopping. He doesn't mind the furniture. But he'll have to have a poke around upstairs to see what other rooms there are. Maybe they could have a den for snuggling up and watching TV. He imagines late evening planning sessions with the other coaches will still happen down at his other apartment, for convenience.
"Mmmm?" he asks curiously at Joan shaking her head.
Joan is a bit lost in thought, so she blinks as his hum brings her back. "Mmm? Oh. I was just thinking that it usually takes me a while to make a place my own. When I was a sober companion, I lived with my clients, so I didn't really have a space of my own." She gives Sherlock a glance and a smile. "Professional nomad," she says, echoing his words from a long time ago. "I got used to not really personalizing the places where I lived, sort of subconsciously expecting that I wouldn't be there long. But here...I'm looking forward to making this place ours."
Ted is obviously touched by that. Especially because he knows she wasn't intending to stay in London long, before she met him.
"Me too," he agrees softly. For Ted it's a little different. It's not that he got used to doing it, it's that when he moved here he expected to go back to Kansas, to his wife and kid. He still does, a little - though not for Michelle, obviously.
But despite considering they might one day move somewhere else, whether it's Kansas or New York, it's not that he so badly wants to make this specifically a permanent place, so much that he wants to make a home with Joan. He wants them to find out what makes them both happy in living together.
She hadn't expected to be in London longer than a few days, a week at most, when she met Ted and everything changed. What their future holds for them is still an open question, with so many possibilities of where they might physically end up. What matters is that they make a life together, and making a place theirs is just a physical manifestation of that.
Ted is absolutely correct that Sherlock's priority is his partnership with Watson, and always will be.
"I at one time considered London to be my passion," he says, setting down his silverware on his empty plate. "And New York to be a place of exile. However, things have since changed, quite significantly. The people who are important in my life are, for the most part, in New York. London remains as fascinating a city as ever, but there is something missing."
Ted nods in understanding. Another reason to consider moving to New York at some point. But Ted definitely has unfinished business at Richmond. He won't quit that until he's convinced they'll be alright without him. Both professionally and personally speaking.
"Marcus and Gregson?" he asks. He knows they're the ones they work with the most.
Joan is touched that Ted remembers their names. He's never met them, only heard her talk about them, so she appreciates that he cares enough to notice and remember.
Ted is good with names. Not just by nature - he intentionally takes care to note and remember people's names as best he can. It goes a long way in connecting with people and making them feel seen. So of course he would remember the names of people Joan specifically name as ones she cares about.
"A man who was once my sponsor," he says plainly, not shying at all from the implied reference to his addiction. "And has since become a friend. He also taught Watson how to steal a car."
Joan wasn't expecting that, and she rolls her eyes. "He's a reformed car thief who now gets paid to test high end car security systems. And I've never actually stolen a car."
"You could if the need arose," Sherlock points out. "It is a valuable skill."
Ted does raise his eyebrows at Joan when Sherlock shares that little tidbit. He wouldn't think Joan had ever stolen a car, no. Well, not without very good reason, at the very least.
"Wait, so, you were sponsored by a former car thief...?" Ted asks, confused by that part. Clearly he thinks in the term of sports teams having sponsors. For one thing, he thought Sherlock had all the money he needed.
"Ohhh, right," Ted answers, and suddenly that makes a lot more sense. "That's cool, it's important to have people to turn to. And makes sense you'd end up as friends, I mean, that sort of thing builds bonds." Of course he's thinking of Beard.
Ted isn't bothered by Sherlock being an addict either. Only in the sense that he wants to make sure he doesn't accidentally do anything that makes it harder for him to stay sober.
"Mmm," Sherlock hums with an approving nod toward Watson for the explanation. "Alfredo is...exceptional. He is not as vital to my life as Watson, obviously. But he makes my life just...a little bit better."
Ted smiles warmly. "He sounds like a great guy. I look forward to meeting all these friends of yours one day," he says, speaking about both of them. Though obviously they have a lot of friends in common.
"I look forward to introducing you to them," Joan says. Ted is so unerringly friendly that Joan can't imagine any of their friends not liking him, even if they're taken aback when his midwestern cheerfulness collides with their New York cynicism.
"Provided we give them a heads-up, we could go now," Sherlock answers. He can understand Ted's desire to take care of the matter expeditiously. Putting it off would only encourage rumination on the matter, and Ted clearly wants to do right by Mr. Chapman, despite how violently Chapman did wrong by Ted.
"They finish practice in half an hour, so that's probably a good time," Ted answers. It's not the actual end of the workday, obviously, but they only have so many hours out on the field each day, and after that it's a bit freer. And Ted slept in for a while.
"We can wait for him to arrive," Sherlock suggests, "before we depart for the morgue."
He knows that Ted is concerned about leaving Watson home alone, and to be entirely honest, he is too. He knows it's not fully rational, that Watson has been doing well and there's no reason to think something terrible will happen if she's left alone. But so many terrible things have happened.
Ted nods in agreement. They've had a streak of very very bad luck lately, and it's only natural they feel a bit overprotective of each other.
"You wanna get comfortable in the living room?" he suggests. The kitchen is fine for eating, but the chairs aren't the most comfortable in the long run. And more importantly, he'd like to cuddle up a little bit before he leaves.
Joan gets it. In other situations she might chafe against that protectiveness, stubbornly independent and intent on avoiding being vulnerable. But with everything that has happened, and with these two men, she feels so loved and cared for, and she loves them both in return.
"That sounds great," she says with a smile. It will definitely be more comfortable, and she'll take all the cuddling she can get before they go.
It probably helps that in letting Ted 'protect' her, she's protecting and reassuring him in return. It's for his own sake as well that he wants to be with her, and make sure she's alright.
"Alright then," he says, getting to his feet. "Well, after all that french toast, want to get the chair?" he asks. It's not that far to walk, but he knows she errs on the side of the ambitious, so he wants to balance it out a little and make sure she doesn't overextend herself.
They both have so much healing to do. Caring for and allowing themselves to be cared for by each other are two sides of the same coin, both profound expressions of love.
Joan is going to keep pushing herself right now, though. "It's not far." She smiles. "And now I have more energy because of all that french toast."
Sherlock rises as well to help Watson, although he hangs back a little to see how Ted responds.
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