While John was finishing his shower, Sherlock stopped scrying and with a wiggle of his fingers made sure that everything was clean.

He got up from the throne and started to wander through Hell, heading towards the Pool of Souls. It was strangely calming to watch the souls moving around and around in the pool, and watching the new souls joining it every second. It was what he did, it was his job, his passion.

So why was he so distracted by John, the former human that was only here because of him.

Why did his hand go to places south while he was sitting on the throne, why did he whisper the man's name in moments of passion?

He sighed and headed back towards the throne room. He had tried to avoid John for years now to get over how he felt about the man, but it was only getting worse.

Something had to give.