Sherlock looked at him like he had a second head. He cocked his head to the side. John... liked him? It made no sense. They fought and Sherlock tended to use him as a fuck toy. He had to smile at that. John still looked distended, that plug was still inside of him. He kinda wanted to remove it just to watch how much came out.. but not yet.

"Why?" He asked. It was an honest question. He really had no concept about the concept of being liked, or loved.