John arched at the intrusion and cried out. Oh god. He had missed it. The feeling of... He loved it. Feeling Sherlock like this. Knowing they wouldn't be parted again.
They couldn't be parted again. It might destroy them both. And then where would the world be?
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Date: 2018-03-02 10:11 pm (UTC)They couldn't be parted again. It might destroy them both. And then where would the world be?