"Ask." He told Sherlock when they sat down, "I know you have dozens of questions." John smiled at him.

He couldn't tell him that he had seen the look hundreds of times before on his past self's face. That he just rolled his eyes and answered. Usually when they were in bed after a rigorous round of lovemaking.

Gods he missed Hades. He missed the man's touch. He had not taken another bed partner since his love was killed.