365 days of captain swan :: day 211
Sherlock shuffles over to the sofa and flops down with his head in John's lap. His husband startles, staring down at the damp curls, eyes softening at the edges. He puts his book away, turns on the telly, and strokes Sherlock's hair, humming softly under his breath. They stay like that until it goes dark, the only interruption when John eases himself up to get the take-away at the door. When they head to bed, Sherlock kisses John softly, holding him close. "Thank you." "Anytime, my love."