John and Sherlock brushing fingers as they exchange mugs and magnifiers and cell phones. Brushing hands in the back of a cab after a long case. Walking side by side down a narrow alley, brushing past one another hip to shoulder. Sitting a bit too close on the sofa, neither man making any effort to move apart. Lingering a little longer. Each waiting for the other to reach out and finally take hold.
When ur hair won’t listen to you and its a mess and ur just like ???? I grew you myself??? I gave you life and this is how you repay me??
I do remember and i’m so happy that you’re doing better :).
John the morning after the stag night wishing he would delete stuff like Sherlock because he doesn’t want to remember that he almost had Sherlock, almost kissed him and held him and it didn’t happen