"Alright. I am going to head to the US, the soon I start, the better."

He leaned in, giving John a deep kiss, running his tongue against the man's lips. He wished he could stay long, that they could have one more time together, but this plan needed to happen before the new ruler of Hell catches onto them.

"John... I.. I love you.," Sherlock says, then disappears in a small poof of smoke.