John realized that upon waking, if Sherlock was the type... He could play a terrible prank on him. Well, thank god his lover wasn't the type.
He pushed himself into a sitting position. He was in their bed. Sherlock must have moved him. He rubbed a hand over his face and let out a breath. God.
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Date: 2019-01-28 04:01 pm (UTC)He pushed himself into a sitting position. He was in their bed. Sherlock must have moved him. He rubbed a hand over his face and let out a breath. God.