John can’t never know that I lied to him. It would break him and I would lose him forever and, Sherlock, I will never let that happen.
I need more of this John. This angry little John who calmly takes the time to flatten out his
sexymessed up hair and turn down his coat collar before addressing his assassin wife.
This John is best John.
Especially when I imagine Sherlock’s big hands with his fingers fanned out, running through John’s hair to spike it up just right.
Yeah.
You know he did it.