This is a new 4, +1 series. 4 times Sherlock needed a hug and the one time he didn't.
I know it's been a while since I last wrote one of these. And I apologise that this chapter is a little empty, it's just a taster chapter to see what you would think of it.
Sorry for any mistakes.
1. Sherlock's upset.
Sherlock was upset. John could see from the lost look in his kaleidoscope eyes that there was something troubling him.
He had tried again and again to get Sherlock to talk to him, to share what it was that was bothering him, but the detective was having none of it. John had eventually decided to leave it be. He would allow Sherlock to make up his own mind about talking to him if and when he felt comfortable doing so.
That was until his attention was torn away from the blog notes he was currently typing up and he watched as poor Sherlock stalked dejectedly out of the sitting room, his head hanging low, and down the small hallway to his bedroom.
Within minutes of him closing his bedroom door, John heard the unmistakeable sound of sniffling drifting through the gaps.
John rose from his chair at the sound and took a step in the direction of Sherlock's bedroom before he suddenly stopped and hovered in the sitting room. He was torn. He wanted to be there for Sherlock. He wanted to comfort him. But he didn't want to impose on Sherlock's space by letting himself into the bedroom.
His decision was made for him when he heard a sob emit from inside the bedroom. There was no way he could allow Sherlock to cry in there alone.
He knocked lightly on the bedroom door before reaching down with his right hand to turn the handle, slightly surprised to find that it wasn't actually locked.
When he had first pushed the door open, Sherlock had been lying face down on his bed with his face buried in the now-damp pillow. In the time it had taken John to blink, Sherlock had sat up and was now facing the doctor, clearly attempting to put his protective wall back up.
"Yes, John?" Sherlock inquired, attempting to appear to the doctor as though there was nothing wrong despite the puffiness of his cheeks and his bloodshot eyes.
John shook his head.
"Don't Sherlock." John warned as he entered the room further. "It's okay to be upset." John promised, gesturing towards Sherlock's bed with his hand and waiting for permission to sit down. After a moment of hesitation, Sherlock nodded. "What's upsetting you?"
"Urgh," Sherlock groaned, frustrated, "I don't know, John!"
"Well that's okay." John smiled reassuringly.
"Is it?" Sherlock asked. He looked very confused and John had to suppress a smile.
"Yes, Sherlock, of course it is." He promised. "We all get upset at some point, Sherlock, and we don't always know why." John scooted a little closer to his friend. "It doesn't mean that there's anything wrong with you. Come here."
John opened his arms, holding them out to the detective who all but fell into them.
John tightened his grip around his best friend's thin frame and squeezed him tightly.
"Can I ask a favour, Sherlock?" John inquired as the detective buried his head in the crook of John's neck, Sherlock hummed in response. "If you feel like this again, just tell me. I won't think any less of you."
The rest of the chapters are written and just waiting to be posted.
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