"Yes." Sherlock said softly. For you." Always for you, he thought to himself, chiding himself immediately afterwards for being so stupidly sentimental. He hated these feelings, but he cared for John, and he was suffering through it for him.

He would do almost anything for John, other than becoming mortal himself.

"You are starting to remember more, aren't you?" He asked, trying to change the subject a bit. He had seen John with an odd look on his face, like he was trying to think about something that was fluttering just out of reach.