weeesi:weeesi:Sherlock is dead.The next week passes in a blur. Mycroft invites John not to come to t
weeesi:weeesi:Sherlock is dead.The next week passes in a blur. Mycroft invites John not to come to the funeral if he’d like, except for the fact that Mrs Hudson needs an escort and he’d really rather get through it than wonder forever what it would have been. He goes, and sits, and contains, and pours a cup of scalding-hot coffee down his throat which he hopes will burn down the tumble of nerves and anger and the type of sick-sadness he can’t examine too closely and the other feelings he won’t even acknowledge. He misses not missing him all the same.John spends the next two years alone. Sherlock doesn’t.Read on ao3.Chapter 2. -- source link