Because I’m feeling Emotionally Bad again here’s another imagine us in the brownstone post
Joan loves video games. Sherlock took his time deducing this about her because it was only pertinent to a case that one time. But over the years she’s brought several consoles to the brownstone. She uses one of the guest rooms as her “media room” to play so she doesn’t have to use the main media room, which has always been a Sherlock Space.
Joan has her favorite games, and Oren always sends her new ones for Christmas. A couple MEs and paramedics she’s made friends with come over to play on their days off, once they’ve exchanged enough info and stories and alcohol outside the brownstone and Joan feels comfortable inviting them into the special place that the brownstone has become for her, both a place for work, a place of refuge, and a place that is halfway between home and a memorial to something she both lost and found, and can’t figure out how much has been regained.
And when people come over to play video games with Joan she always makes popcorn on the stove. People bring their favorite sodas, and over time it becomes all but a monthly gathering with people swapping recipes and stories as well as trading video games like playing cards, with always the unspoken promise the games will be returned to their rightful owner.
When Sherlock first sits in on one of these gatherings, just to watch, never to play, he sees how happy Joan is, how relaxed, and much like with her and baseball, he feels an irrational jealousy (please look up “That Bloody Team” on ao3 I’ll link it when I’m off mobile). After a few weeks he unexpectedly brings Joan a new game and asks her, very humbly, if she’ll help him learn to play it. Also spouts some research about how video games improve critical thinking and he wants to test that. Joan, of course, smiles indulgently and agrees. Marcus and one of Gregson’s daughters somehow end up joining them, and Marcus gets a kick out of seeing Sherlock struggle at something. Next time Chantal comes with Marcus and while Sherlock doesn’t improve much he’s more interested watching Joan’s expertise than he is in actually learning anything himself. Joan slowly realizes this over each video game gathering he attends. He seldom plays, mostly watches and asks questions.
At some point someone brings their dog to the brownstone, a pit bull with separation anxiety. Joan finds out just how much Sherlock loves dogs, and later they have an in depth conversation about dogs and though they can’t afford to keep one, Joan makes sure to invite the friend with the dog over more often even when it’s not Video Game Night.