"I'm seeing what is in your mind right now." John said softly, "Trying to help..."

He let out a breath and slowly pulled back, keeping his hands on Sherlock's face.

"It's complicated what I am. But trust that all I want to do is help you Sherlock."

John sighed, thinking of Arthur, thinking the times they had argued, had made each other mad... He swallowed. God. This caused so much heartache. He had loved Arthur so much. And having him ripped away.

"Trust me?"