John let out a breath and stared at the man above him. "Why did you do that?" he asked. It didn't even register to him that Sherlock might have done it for him. He ran a hand through the man's wild, curly hair.

He watched Sherlock, memories trying to claw their way up. Bits and pieces breaking through. Defending Sherlock in an alley, meeting Cerberus for the first time, arguing with the man loudly...