John smiled at him, hiding the rage that lived in him, burned in him, ate at his heart. "I'm glad I could give you that. I am sorry I have to go soon. But I will work on a way to move my operations here." He promised.
He leaned in to kiss him, whispering something with his power and soul against Sherlock's lips. A promise to return to him, to protect him, to love him.
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Date: 2018-03-01 07:50 pm (UTC)He leaned in to kiss him, whispering something with his power and soul against Sherlock's lips. A promise to return to him, to protect him, to love him.