"That's what normal people would do, yes." Sherlock said, shrugging his shoulders at the idea that it all could be so simple as just talking. He had never considered it before and now that John mentioned it, it was sort of alarming to him that it could be that easy.

But, for now... Winning the race was what really mattered. Winning the race and funnel cake, of course. Those were the most prominent things on his mind at the moment and that was what he intended on focusing on.

Because, somewhere, at the end of the finish line, he could imagine Watson all bound to a chair with a pipe bomb sitting on his lap and that sort of absolutely terrified him. Moreso than talking about feelings with John or anyone else.