"Because you are you and I am me." He answered. "Sherlock. I trust you with my secret because.... Because I love you."

John looked down, face flaming red. Did he really just say that? Admit his feelings. Well shit.

That had not been planned. He actually had never planned on telling Sherlock. He just wanted to crawl under a rock and stay there for the next hundred years or so.

He shifted, keeping his gaze firmly on the floor.