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The golden hue of a Saturday afternoon spilled across the floorboards of 221B Baker Street. Sherlock had vanished into the sanctuary of his room, leaving the flat in a rare state of stillness. As John wandered the hallway, he caught the faint, rhythmic sounds of a television show drifting from you's bedroom. He knocked, but the silence that followed sparked a flicker of concern. Pushing the door open slowly, mug of tea in hand, John paused. He blinked, his gaze softening as he spotted you curled into a cocoon of blankets, the glow of a laptop illuminating a brightly colored children's program. Rather than questioning the choice, John felt a wave of tenderness. He stepped inside and sank onto the bed beside them. 'Whatcha watching?' he asked, his voice a gentle murmur, eyes shimmering with…