by John Watson MD Tue Apr 24, 2012 8:20 am
"She is very patient," he confirmed, even though he knew her patience was running thin, she wasn't willing to wait too long for this marriage to happen, John had to do something if he wanted to keep her.
Did he want to though?
Sometimes he wanted to just let things go, even knowing she would go away at the end.
He frowned when Sherlock started stammering, he had never seen the detective do that other than in front of Irene, and it was odd to say the least.
It meant Sherlock was trying to deal with feelings, he thought, but John had no idea the detective cared so much about sharing the apartment with him.
Sherlock never really showed it.
"You were fine without me before you met me... you will be fine after I go away as well," he muttered, standing up to follow him to the kitchen.
He froze when his gaze traveled to Sherlock's face, did he just brush a few tears away? His words got caught in his throat and his thoughts short circuited.
He was all instinct then, when he walked closer, grabbing Sherlock's wrist and making him turn around, cupping his face in disbelief. His thumb brushed along the detective's cheek, catching a tear, and he felt his heart cry out in pain.
"Why?" he whispered, he couldn't believe Sherlock was crying.