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John walked into the flat with his arms full of bags, trying to keep them from falling, he danced to the kitchen and laid each one down in a spot where the clutter wasn't too bad. After doing so he put away what needed to be kept fresh and tiptoed to Sherlock's bedroom. The detective had been sick with a cold for a few days now and didn't seem to be getting any better. When John pushed the door open lightly he found Sherlock lying in a fetal position on his bed, lightly snoring. He smiled, the pose reminded him of a child. After all, that's all Sherlock was. A grownup child. He went back to the kitchen and put the other groceries away, tryin