Damn it--there it was again. It was little more than an irrational twinge, one of those momentary arrhythmia that happened every now and again, but for Sherlock it registered as sharply as a bruise.
He already knew this man was a steady part of his life, a constant in a career that demanded chaos. He already knew that they had tangled themselves into a complicated mess that wasn't likely to come undone. He already knew the word love applied.
So why did his nerves jitter and lurch now? John laughed frequently--why was it suddenly different?
"Feeding me up," Sherlock muttered, and cleared his throat. He'd get this under control.
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Date: 2012-02-02 11:41 pm (UTC)He already knew this man was a steady part of his life, a constant in a career that demanded chaos. He already knew that they had tangled themselves into a complicated mess that wasn't likely to come undone. He already knew the word love applied.
So why did his nerves jitter and lurch now? John laughed frequently--why was it suddenly different?
"Feeding me up," Sherlock muttered, and cleared his throat. He'd get this under control.