Suspicious of Sherlock’s admittance to not knowing the reason behind one of Mycroft’s schemes, John attempted to sneak a look at his friend only to find the detective’s eyes still firmly fixed on him. He turned away again, blush deepening as he shifted uncomfortably in his seat. Watching the scenery for a few moments, John thought about the usual connotations that came with meeting the parents of someone special and realised that his feelings were no different to that of meeting any of his previous girlfriend’s parents. “Is it weird that I really want your family to like me?” John asked softly, glancing at Sherlock out of the corner of his eye.
“No, that’s normal,” Sherlock said with a shrug, his eyes travelling over John’s suit trousers one last time before he looked away out the window. “At least it means you’ll be making an effort, which I’ll appreciate.” He was silent for a moment before saying, “By the way, my parents might ask a few questions which will possibly make you feel uncomfortable. I’d be grateful if you could just answer them truthfully and not think much of them. Mummy loves to be dramatic after all.”