It had become a habit, somehow for you to rate things Sherlock said on a scale of 1-10 depending on how okay they were to say. Usually, he was stuck below six.
“Dear God, what is it like in your funny little brains? It must be so boring.”
“Three.” You stated, not looking up from your phone.
Sherlock sent you an apologetic shrug.
“For the sake of law and order I suggest you avoid all future attempts at a relationship.”
“Two!” You blurted, a little shocked yourself.
“You know, (Y/n), sometimes I do wonder how this funny little scale of yours works.” Sherlock commented one day while he sat flipping through some papers.
“Oh?” You asked, focused more on John’s blog which you were scrolling through than the current conversation.
“Yes.” He threw the papers aside, his full attention now resting on you. “For example, some things get a look of shock from most people but you only give me a six.”
“Well, like what?”
“Well,” Sherlock stood up, “Say I said, ‘Oh this murder is impressive! Beautiful! Gorgeous!’ What would you rate that?”
You laughed, closing your laptop, “Five.”
Sherlock’s eyebrow twitched, a smirk appearing on his lips.
“You aren’t as boring as I first thought.” He said, giving you an expectant sideways look.
“I’ve even started to enjoy having you around.” Sherlock, strode towards you, slowly.
“Nine…” You said, a little bit confused.
“You might even say,” He said, standing over you, “That I’ve become attached to you.”
You didn’t say anything, just stared up at this strange, strange man.
“I’m going to need a rating.” Sherlock said with a smirk.
He leaned down, taking your face in his hands and pressed a kiss to your lips. It was fast and confusing, but it was heat and fire and electricity. It felt right, strangely, like there was no where else that conversation could have gone.
Sherlock pulled away from you, staring at you with his head tilted, pondering.
“Twelve.” You stated and a grin burst onto Sherlock’s features.
“Oh good, that’s reassuring.”
“Oh I bet.” So you leaned up and kissed him again, your smile melting into his.
Steve: my son who needs to feel trusted, believed in; give this poor child the benefit of the doubt, he’s trying FFS!!!
French: my son who is too strong. needs to be told, “I’ve got this- you go have fun”… he will still try to take care of whatever it is, so u gotta push his ass outside to frolic and be young. and when u tell him ur proud of him you better not invalidate that shit with a stupid comment, just let him kno you’re proud of him
Jesse: my son who needs a positive maternal influence, to feel valued– is helpful and solid and loves the recognition for it. probably needs to talk about his feelings but gets stoned instead- listen to him when he’s ready to share!!!
Buck: my tiny son, the baby of the family, who needs to feel validated; very sensitive and in-tune with the emotions and needs of others, will sacrifice himself for the greater good, voice of an angel