It had been a good night. After inviting John to dinner, Molly cooked dinner for the four of them, having invited Mrs. Hudson upstairs for the meal. John had seen how Sherlock had eaten the meal Molly prepared without a single complaint, seeing that the consulting detective was actually enjoying the meal and not eating it to spare Molly's feelings. He was right though, John thought the meal was delicious and may have had one portion too many. He couldn't deny it though, Molly was the best thing that ever happened to Sherlock and now they were dating it was so much clearer. The way he looked at his girlfriend was like nothing John had ever seen from him before and he knew it. without a doubt, it was real. Sherlock Holmes was completely in love with Molly Hooper. The three stayed up late, sharing bottles of wine until John decided he was far too drunk to return home safely. It didn't matter then, because Mary was away for the weekend and she didn't expect him to come home at all. Trudging up the stairs to his old room, he looked around when he entered to see that it had been arranged since the last time. been here. The space clearly belonged to Molly given that the desk tucked in the corner was quite tidy and had the occasional cat post-it stuck to something. This didn't bother John because he saw it as a sign that Sherlock had clearly moved on in his life since he had allowed Molly to take back some of that space. The room was clearly a guest bedroom now, as the sheets were simple and comfortable enough for anyone to sleep in if they were to stay over. Removing his outer layers, John left his tank top and underwear on simply for Molly's sake before climbing out. in the bed and tried to settle down. It's... in the middle of a paper... and something hits a wall. Perfect... Just perfect... John couldn't even resort to earplugs because these had moved with him years ago and he was sure Molly would have no reason to keep them here NOW. They had drunk as much as he had, so that would contribute to what was going on downstairs and he had to hope for Mrs. Hudson's sake that they were only as loud when drunk. She would have to endure this God knows how many times and this was her first time. And the last one if I can get away with it. Eventually, everything became calm again after a long time, John knowing in every detail what had happened. downstairs and who had to help who with what. Just when he thought the happy couple downstairs had finally fallen asleep, the sounds started again with a low moan of displeasure from John. It was going to be a long night.