It was a boring few days. Sherlock went to check in on John a couple of times a day. He was sleeping fine and deep, so the god let him rest.

Sherlock had to admit that it was nice to get back to his normal job. He let Fates do his job in the Overworld while he ferried souls. It felt like home.

When John finally woke up, sleep tousled and shirtless, Sherlock had to smile. He was quite handsome, even when disheveled.

"I assume you sleep well. then?"