Tues, 2pm- See V.T.?
Sherlock had almost cancelled the tea appointment with Victor at least twice a day since the time was set. After 16 years and all that had happened, what exactly was he expecting from this meeting? He was hardly the same person anymore, and chances were Victor wouldn’t be either. And, even if they were, things would not be the same.
Recalling the details of their relationship was… interesting. Most memories where filed away the day Victor had fled the country, and had not been sought after since then.
At 1:58, Sherlock arrived at the coffee shop on Euston, sitting himself down at a table near the window and ordering two cups of tea.
Waiting is heinous.