Title: Cake? Cake.
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Rating: PG
Length: 240
Content Notes: Season 4 spoilers, mild angst
Author's note: I was going to stop writing about the fallout of this scene, but I tried very hard to write about Sherlock's birthday gathering and this is what I got.  I swear I got here from 'party'.
Summary: Bad idea—try not to—but, you know, sometimes.

_{Yesterday 9:48pm}
  Thank you.

Sherlock?

Ah, I’ve seen the news. Are you all right?

  Don’t be so boring.

I’ll take that as a ‘no’.

  Please yourself.

I usually do.

_{Yesterday 10:11pm}
  We had cake.

Is that a metaphor?

  Of course it’s not. Cake. It’s my birthday. Keep up.

If you’re sure.

Your plan was a success, then.

  Yes. Entirely.

Oh, Sherlock.

  This was a bad idea.

Then stop texting me back.

_{Yesterday 10:37pm}
There is a difference, you know, between what I do and that.

  As though you’re genuinely any better at this.

I don’t bruise that easily, Sherlock.

You ate awkward cake and he still didn’t say anything about it, and you want to know if I think you should.

But you’re not going to listen to me, no matter what I say. So why are you texting me?

  I’m not. Good night.

_{Yesterday 10:55}
  What would you say?

Say about what?

  Don’t be tiresome. Obviously I’m not going to listen to you, but what would you say?

Can’t you deduce it?

_{Yesterday 11:10pm}
I’m not going to try to convince you.

_{Yesterday 11:51pm}
You already know you’re being an idiot.

  No need to be insulting; it’s my birthday.

  It doesn’t matter. It was my plan.

Of course it was. Winning isn’t always fun.

  Better than losing, though.

Yes.

Good night Sherlock. Many happy returns. With… cake.

_{Today 12:01am}
  Oh for God’s sake. Good night.