forum Love is an incredibly curious thing indeed. (Sherlock one on one) (Closed!)

Started May 30, 2018 by Deleted user

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"I never said you were. Did I say you were gay? No. Did I imply it? Not at all. Elementary, my dear Watson."

“Your incredible.” He muttered in sarcasm with his eyebrows raised as if coming to a conclusion. “And that is an understatement.”

"I know I'm incredible."

John recrossed his arms and shook his head. “Do you have a plan?”

Sherlock had just begun to notice all the little details about John. He had lost an unhealthy amount of weight, hadn't gotten more than an hour of sleep, and clear signs of stress. Normally John would be incredibly meticulous about shaving but there were signs of stubble on his face. Maybe the loss of Sherlock had affected John worse than he had thought. "John, I'm… I'm sorry. For everything I've done to you. Put you through." Sherlock said.

Looking over at Sherlock, John looked him in the eyes, glacing from one to the other. “Yes, well, I’m sure you’ve been through a lot too.”

Sherlock stood up and walked over to John. He hugged his friend, not letting go for several minutes.

Shocked from the sudden gesture, John stood still like a deer in head lights. Slowly, he wrapped his arms around Sherlock, his face buried in Sherlock’s coat. “I hope you don’t mind. A year after your “death”, I took up house here in this room. I didn’t touch your things except for what was on the bed.” He said a few moments after the embrace.

"Gay." Sherlock mouthed when John was looking away.

“I know what your thinking.” John stated when his back was turned to Sherlock.

"What am I thinking then?" Sherlock asked sarcastically.

“You’re thinking that I was deeply affected by your death and only took this room because it made me feel like I was closer to you.” He said. “This, however, is wrong because I only moved because it gets cold up there in the winter.”

"Nope. That's not what I was thinking at all." Sherlock lied, convincingly.

John withheld a pout as he went into the kitchen. “Are you hungry?”

"No, but I'll sit and be with you while you eat."

Failing to hide his blush this time, he turned his head and opened the refrigerator to empty white walls. There was no use in using it before because even when he did eat he would eat out. He returned to the kitchen table with two tea cups and a tea pot. “Tea?”

"I'll take two sugars and an eyeball." Sherlock said. Tea would be nice.

John stared at him incredulously, chuckling after a minute. “I’ve missed you.” He nodded while pouring Sherlock and himself a cup of tea, plopping two cubes of sugar in Sherlock’s cup and leaving his plain.

"So how has your little blog been?" Sherlock asked, sipping his tea.

“Ancient.” He replied, staring down at the reflection in his tea cup.

"Mmm. Well, I just updated my Twitter so you might want to continue it soon."

“You changed your status from dead to alive.” He stared up at Sherlock with a hint of laughter. “I will continue it.” He breathed in deep, a small smile grazing his features.

Sherlock stared at John. He didn't blink, and kept staring for a few minutes.

John’s eyebrows drew together. “What? Do I have something on my face?”

Sherlock didn't say anything, he just continued to stare.