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You smile gently as you watch John and Mary slowly dance together. Sherlock's music resonates throughout the room as he pulls his bow across the strings of his violin. You were so happy that your brother had finally found someone he truly loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Sometimes, you were worried he never would, but that may have just been the younger sister in you. The fact that hey were so happy together made you even happier. You could tell they'd be perfect together from the moment John introduced you to Mary. You could tell he loved her then, too, which you didn't forget to tease him about.
        Your eyes shift away from the couple for a moment. You find yourself staring at Sherlock. You had gotten along with him quite well so far. As much as you possibly can with the blunt man. Though you had only known him for about a month or so, you liked him. He was good for John, and knowing John, John was good for him.
        You frown when you notice that his face held a sad look. You glance around, only to see that everyone's attention is too focused on John and Mary to notice.
Soon enough, the song ends. Everyone claps, and Sherlock bows. He comes down from the stage, and your eyes follow him. He seemed happy for a moment before he realizes something. You had no idea what could have changed his mood so quickly, but it made your stomach hurt. You watch as he leaves the room as you ponder what you could possibly do. You couldn't help but feel bad.
        Though you hadn't known him for too long, you still knew him enough that he had come out of his shell quite a lot today. And now, it was as if he were shoving himself back in. You tap your fingers on your glass as you ponder this. You heave a sigh, setting down your glass, before leaving the room as well.
You catch him just as he's about to leave. He walks slowly, as if he doesn't want to leave.
"Where ya going?" you call out. He glance over his shoulder, surprise gracing his features. When he realizes that it's you, he clears his throat and faces you fully.
"I'm a bit tired. I was thinking about going home," he states, walking towards you. You meet him halfway.
"The reception's only just started, you know," you laugh. He smiles lightly in response, but his eyes looked tired. Before he could say anything, you had to voice your opinion.
"You know John being married doesn't mean he's going to stop being your friend," you whisper carefully. His eyes meet yours quickly.
"I know that," he says rather defensively.
"Well, better safe than sorry," you raise your hands in resignation, "I just wanted to let you know that he'll always be your best friend... Somethings just have to be said, even if you already know."
He nods, and thanks you quietly. He turns, beginning to walk away. You didn't want him to just yet, though. You didn't want him to go home without having even a little bit of fun to end the night. You fiddle with your fingers nervously, staring at Sherlock's retreating figure.
"It's a little cold out here, don't you think?" his voice calls as he turns to you again. He waltzes back over to you slowly, "Here." He shrugs off his jacket, and places it around your shoulders.
"I wouldn't want you to get sick," he explains. You grin up at him. The kindness he was showing you was a little out of character for him, from what you've heard about him.
"Thank you, Sherlock."
"Anytime, (Y/N)."
He stalls for a while, still standing in front of you. You can hear the music coming from the building behind you. Both of you seem to get lost for a moment. Breaking you from your trance, Sherlock holds his hand out for you.
"Care for a dance?" he offers. Your face flushes red, and you can only hope the night can protect you from him noticing.
"Um," you voice wavers slightly and you clear your throat, "This is a little embarrassing, but I, uh, I don't know how..." He chuckles at your obvious embarrassment.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about," he winks as he takes your hand, and pulls you closer.

        "I can teach you."

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You smile gently as you watch John and Mary slowly dance together. Sherlock's music resonates throughout the room as he pulls his bow across the strings of his violin. You were so happy that your brother had finally found someone he truly loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with. Sometimes, you were worried he never would, but that may have just been the younger sister in you. The fact that hey were so happy together made you even happier. You could tell they'd be perfect together from the moment John introduced you to Mary. You could tell he loved her then, too, which you didn't forget to tease him about.
        Your eyes shift away from the couple for a moment. You find yourself staring at Sherlock. You had gotten along with him quite well so far. As much as you possibly can with the blunt man. Though you had only known him for about a month or so, you liked him. He was good for John, and knowing John, John was good for him.
        You frown when you notice that his face held a sad look. You glance around, only to see that everyone's attention is too focused on John and Mary to notice.
Soon enough, the song ends. Everyone claps, and Sherlock bows. He comes down from the stage, and your eyes follow him. He seemed happy for a moment before he realizes something. You had no idea what could have changed his mood so quickly, but it made your stomach hurt. You watch as he leaves the room as you ponder what you could possibly do. You couldn't help but feel bad.
        Though you hadn't known him for too long, you still knew him enough that he had come out of his shell quite a lot today. And now, it was as if he were shoving himself back in. You tap your fingers on your glass as you ponder this. You heave a sigh, setting down your glass, before leaving the room as well.
You catch him just as he's about to leave. He walks slowly, as if he doesn't want to leave.
"Where ya going?" you call out. He glance over his shoulder, surprise gracing his features. When he realizes that it's you, he clears his throat and faces you fully.
"I'm a bit tired. I was thinking about going home," he states, walking towards you. You meet him halfway.
"The reception's only just started, you know," you laugh. He smiles lightly in response, but his eyes looked tired. Before he could say anything, you had to voice your opinion.
"You know John being married doesn't mean he's going to stop being your friend," you whisper carefully. His eyes meet yours quickly.
"I know that," he says rather defensively.
"Well, better safe than sorry," you raise your hands in resignation, "I just wanted to let you know that he'll always be your best friend... Somethings just have to be said, even if you already know."
He nods, and thanks you quietly. He turns, beginning to walk away. You didn't want him to just yet, though. You didn't want him to go home without having even a little bit of fun to end the night. You fiddle with your fingers nervously, staring at Sherlock's retreating figure.
"It's a little cold out here, don't you think?" his voice calls as he turns to you again. He waltzes back over to you slowly, "Here." He shrugs off his jacket, and places it around your shoulders.
"I wouldn't want you to get sick," he explains. You grin up at him. The kindness he was showing you was a little out of character for him, from what you've heard about him.
"Thank you, Sherlock."
"Anytime, (Y/N)."
He stalls for a while, still standing in front of you. You can hear the music coming from the building behind you. Both of you seem to get lost for a moment. Breaking you from your trance, Sherlock holds his hand out for you.
"Care for a dance?" he offers. Your face flushes red, and you can only hope the night can protect you from him noticing.
"Um," you voice wavers slightly and you clear your throat, "This is a little embarrassing, but I, uh, I don't know how..." He chuckles at your obvious embarrassment.
"Nothing to be embarrassed about," he winks as he takes your hand, and pulls you closer.

        "I can teach you."