221B Baker Street.10:59PM.John works his first shift in nearly two weeks. A call in, another doctor

221B Baker Street.10:59PM.John works his first shift in nearly two weeks. A call in, another doctor sick. Sherlock tells John, in a quiet voice when John leans across the bed, resting his forehead to Sherlock’s shoulder, ‘It’s fine, John. I’ve done fine without you before.’John takes this opposite and pulls away before Sherlock realizes it. He says, before closing the bedroom door, 'It was apparently the opposite for me, Sherlock,’ and walks away - away from 221B and away from Sherlock. Sherlock does not fully grasp what has occurred until roughly forty-three minutes later.He repaints his smiley face in the sitting room and covers the area with random documents from a case file that Mycroft left him roughly two and a half days prior. He thinks it will satisfy his urges for the time being. It does not. He’s still Sherlock Holmes but he’s always been in love with John Watson and for the last - nearly - twenty months, he’s been away from his best friend.He makes tea and sits and sits and sits. Sometime, when the sun is high and all he can think about is hotel rooms and deserts and guns and John, John, John, he finds his mobile phone and sends a text.It was not easy on me either, John.SHJohn does not reply back. But he does come home, hours later, and pulls Sherlock to the bed and kisses him until they forget everything about their argument because it never really mattered in the first place.*Art privately commissioned. Done by Grimay. -- source link

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