Mm... s'pose so. Not sure if you remember, but awhile back, I sort of snapped at you when you said this place reminded you of the war. [Back when they hadn't been allies. John runs a hand through his hair and his voice goes a little softer.] It was because of something Sherlock's brother said to me. The first time we met... He told me to fire my therapist. Said she'd got it wrong. I wasn't afraid of the war, I missed it.

It's not normal. [And he's a little hesitant to admit it to Alfie because of that. But here they are.] Running with Sherlock was like being back in the war. [The excitement, the danger, the adrenaline. If John didn't have his morals, he's very aware this would probably make him a prime candidate for some sort gang in Alfie's time.] Just... in London.