"John!" He took one step out from the awning, intending to run towards the man who was waddling towards him.
That only lasted a second, and then he was back under the awning again.
"Sure." Greg ran ahead, opening the thankfully unlocked door of 221 Baker Street and heading upstairs.
Sherlock hissed when John touched his sunburnt face, but he didn't shrink away. He wanted to make sure that this was real, that John was here and in front of him and touching him.
"John. John." Sherlock didn't care that it hurt when he kissed his mate. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drive you off. You could have been hurt or killed out there and I was worried about you. I thought you might never come back. "
He was beside himself with worry, touching and kissing and John... JOHN.
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"John!" He took one step out from the awning, intending to run towards the man who was waddling towards him.
That only lasted a second, and then he was back under the awning again.
"Sure." Greg ran ahead, opening the thankfully unlocked door of 221 Baker Street and heading upstairs.
Sherlock hissed when John touched his sunburnt face, but he didn't shrink away. He wanted to make sure that this was real, that John was here and in front of him and touching him.
"John. John." Sherlock didn't care that it hurt when he kissed his mate. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to drive you off. You could have been hurt or killed out there and I was worried about you. I thought you might never come back. "
He was beside himself with worry, touching and kissing and John... JOHN.