it’s morning, and they are having breakfast in the kitchen, and sherlock, of course, is typing away deductions, but the message won’t send for some reason. “hm, there’s no signal on my phone”, he frowns. “here, use mine”, john’s hand is already on the way to his pocket when he freezes completely, and so does sherlock, and they turn to look at each other and there’s silence and then they smile, all tiny wrinkles and soft eyes and curled lips. “thank you”, sherlock’s response is barely audible when john’s hand lands in his open palm, and they both know he means so much more than just a phone in between their tangled fingers
my kink: azriel dipping his head in silent thanks or letting a ghost of a smile appear on his lips or when slight color blooms on the cheeks of his golden brown skin anytime someone compliments my fav overgrown bat bc he is too cold and hard on himself and deserves to feel loved and cherished despite what his evil step mother and half brothers told him !!!