John laughed, then entwined his own fingers in Sherlock’s, focusing on tightening the grip of bone and sinew until their digits locked together. No words were spoken, as their flesh changed colors, first natural, then red, then white. When they finally let go John mourned the loss of Sherlock’s touch.
Sherlock swallowed down the lump in his throat, dreading to leave John alone. “John, I’ll be right back.” Then he left before John could see the tears coursing down his cheeks. John, you are my first thought every morning and my last thought every night. Always. You…Then he let his introspection’s float away like chaff in the wind.
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