Tent
"John."
"Mm?"
"This is ridiculous."
"And why is that?"
"Are you sure we'll both fit in there?"
"It's a four person tent, Sherlock."
"What, stacked atop each other?"
"Look I know you're a lanky git but you don't need that much space."
"This thing is barely a meter square."
"It's two and a half."
"And how am I supposed to stand up? It's chest high."
"You're not. You kneel, mostly, in a tent."
"Ugh."
"Go get your things, Sherlock."
"I'll just sleep in the car, thank you."
"Oh bugger off, the tent will be more comfortable than the car."
"It'll be cold."
"Not with two of us. It'll trap our body heat fine."
"It's made of paper."
"Nylon."
"I could poke a hole in it with just a look."
"I'll poke a hole in you if you don't shut up and go get your things."
"John why can't we stay someplace solid?"
"Because the case is too far from anyplace solid. Give me that."
"What are you doing?"
"Tying it up so the foxes don't get in."
"Dear lord, John, the foxes will get in?"
"Not with it tied up."
"Perhaps if it were a particularly willful fox."
"Maybe, Sherlock, but then you might appreciate having it around anyway."
"And what does that mean?"
"The fox wouldn't be the only willful creature in the area."
"Other woodland creatures?"
"You, you git."
"Hmh."
...
"John."
"Mnh?"
"John, the fox is here."
"Uh?"
"The fox, John."
"The - hm."
"..."
"Sherlock that's the wind."
"That is not the wind."
"...That?"
"Yes! The fox!"
"It's the wind, Sherlock, in the trees."
"That's far too willful to be just the wind."
"Hfh - Go to sleep, idiot."
"John."
"What, Sherlock."
"I -..."
"Hm?"
"Hrmh."
"...C'mere, then."
"Er - hfh - This ridiculous bag..."
"Ha, just unzip it. Here. They zip together. See."
"Ah...That's quite innovative."
"It is, isn't it. Now climb in and get some sleep."
"Ah - Ugh."
"Ack, Sherlock, careful with those elbows, they're deadly weapons."
"I do apologize, John, but even doubled, this sack is positively suffocating."
"Look, just - haah fuck, your feet!"
"I did say it would be cold, John."
"Why aren't you wearing socks!"
"You said we'd be warm."
"Yes, if we took proper precautions! Christ."
"...My hands are cold too."
"Wh- Ugh. Fine, gi'm."
"Ah?"
"The shirt creates a smaller air pocket to trap heat in, you'll warm up quicker this way."
"...Your chest hair is rather soft."
"Hmh - Sherlock are you petting me?"
"It's nice."
"I -...Yeah. Fine. Just. Please, sleep now."
"Mm."
"Hmh."
...
"John."
"Ugh, what?"
"Do you think the wind scattered our snacks across the ground and chewed them up?"
"Wh-?...Christ!..."
"I suppose we'll be heading into town for breakfast, then?"
"Ugh, yes, and a bloody room while we're at it."
"Mhm."