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Dennison was awake ungodly early in his bedroom upstairs. He sat on his bed waiting to hear the sounds of either John or Sherlock waking.
When he heard their door creak open, he jumped up and ran downstairs.
“You didn’t sleep,” he accused Sherlock.
“I don’t often sleep.”
“Yeah, but this is different. You’re nervous.”
“I wonder what he could be nervous about,” John said, joining them. “It’s not like it’s a special day, or anything.”
Dennison recognized his sarcasm. “You can’t fool me, I know you know what today is.”
“You caught us,” Sherlock said in his whispering voice. “How are you feeling? About being adopted?”
“I’m really excited. I still miss my mom and dad, but I love you guys.”
“We love you too,” John said as Sherlock ruffled his hair.