Day 1

"I'm not gay!" "I'm not his date!" Why is he so fixated on what people think? Does it matter what people think of him? If he knows he is not in fact gay, then he should not care if people think he is. People don't matter. Unless… Oh… Of course! He is gay! Or at least Bi-sexual. He has the random thought about men and that disturbs him. Yes, that fits his reactions perfectly. All he needs is to acknowledge this, if he does believe 'It's all fine.' This requires an experiment! I will test his reactions when in close proximity to men. I will see what it takes for him to address his sexuality. I will begin with me as the subject. I will see if he reacts to being close to me. I will need a control for my experiment. I will keep physical contact to a minimum for today in order to collect necessary data for the control. Yes. This will be fun!

Ah. John is home. I can hear his heavy footsteps hindered from carrying groceries. He fumbles with the door before entering. I remain laying on the sofa with my hands clasped under my chin. I refrain from looking at him. I can tell he is looking at me, most likely annoyed by my lack of interest in his struggling. He can manage. He sighs rather dramatically for one who complains so much about my supposed theatrics. Ah. He is going to reprimand me.

"Oh. Don't mind me. I'm sure I can manage." He shuffles toward the kitchen loudly, trying to provoke a response from me. He should be grateful that he can move that well at all. I defeated his limp! Isn't that enough of a contribution to procuring the groceries?

"Hmm." I hum in reply, my usual way of avoiding conversation. I continue listening to John moving around in the kitchen, subconsciously deducing every item he bought including milk, tea, and at least two jars of jam. I never will understand his obsession with jam. John finishes up and walks back into the living room and then slumps down into his chair with a medical journal.

"You've been rather quiet today. Have anything new on?" He asks me. Yes. I'll be experimenting on you John. Problem?

"Hmm? Oh. No." I keep my expression neutral, keeping him from questioning my lie.

"I can tell you haven't been shooting up the wall since I've been gone. Should I be worried?" Yes.

"I was under the impression that shooting up the wall worried you. However I would be more than happy to borrow your gun now if it would keep you at ease." I reply.

"Ha. You know what? No. I'm quite fine without it actually. Just curious."

"Mmmm." I respond. We sit in this fashion for one hour, twenty-five minutes, and thirty two seconds before John gets up to go to bed. As soon as I hear the springs of his bed shift under his weight, I grab my laptop from the desk. John's is closer but it wouldn't do to let him find the data. It would compromise the experiment. He won't be able to find it on my computer though. He never has been able to deduce my password and it will be in a locked folder under false names. Not even Mycroft will be able to find it. I quickly type up my hypothesis, observations, and the outline for my experiment before signing out and putting it back. I spend the rest of the night thinking about the experiment and the possible outcomes.