Sherlock had no idea why he had suddenly just felt so empty. He let out a long breath that he didn't even know he had been holding.

John was here, he was safe, he wasn't in some camp in Afghanistan being shot at, or being shot. That was before Sherlock had even known that John Watson existed, and yet.

It still filled him with fear.

He couldn't stop the soft smile on his face when he saw John come into the room. He closed the distance between them and kissed him deeply.

"Yes, I do believe that I am now."