sherlock in a very bad sulk and laying on the couch curled in on himself with his phone clutched in one hand, reading so fast every text that comes in. john sat in his chair and seeing that it’s a worse sulk than usual, texts sherlock from across the room

Bzz Bzz

sherlock grabbing his phone so fast and reading the text, anticipating a case from lestrade. “hold your phone to your ear.” sherlock looking quizzically at his phone as it vibrates in his hand and another text comes in: “just do it.” so he does. john texts him 2 emojis and the phone buzzes in sherlock’s ear, Bzz Bzz, then he looks at the text


and sherlock fights that hardest he has ever done not to give into the smile-into-giggles twitching at the corner of his lips. but the urge wins the fight and john puts a slice of toast with honey and a cup of sugary tea on the coffee table in front of him and ruffles sherlock’s hair, who is still chuckling at the screen of his phone

"Thank you. -SH"

It was worth a wound, it was worth many wounds, to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask. The clear, hard eyes were dimmed for a moment, and the firm lips were shaking. For the one and only time I caught a glimpse of a great heart as well as of a great brain.