by Sherlock Holmes Sun May 20, 2012 7:17 am
Sherlock stood up, feeling flushed and confused. He suddenly felt like it was really hot in the room and he wiped some sweat from the back of his neck, making a mental note to turn the air conditioning up higher, all the while contemplating John's words.
"Love...." he muttered the word quietly and with a hint of distaste. "What does that even mean John?" He turned to face his friend again.
"Look," he said, dropping to his knees by the bedside and grabbing John's hand, "you're my best friend John, OK? And I would do anything for you, you know that. I can't possibly imagine my life without you because...because I've tried that John...I tried it for three months and it didn't work. I actually missed you. And I realised how much I really...how much I..."
Sherlock faltered, searching for the right words. He found this all so bloody difficult, but if John insisted on being awkward he'd have to just get through it. "How much I cared about you," he continued, "How much I enjoyed having you in my life...being with you every single day...living in Baker Street with you...just having you around John..."
He stopped then and sighed, not really looking forward to the next part. "If all of that means that I am 'in love' with you, if you really want to use those vague and meaningless terms to describe something much more important and valuable than that...then yes, I am in love with you John. Why else would I put up with all this shit you've been giving me?"