John and Sherlock were on their way home on christmas eve, it was dark, and neither of them had said anything the whole time.
-Sherlok,- John finally said- Can I ask you something?
Sherlock roused his head from the window wich he been laying against and turned towards John. He really wasn't in the mood to talk, but for John he would make an exception:
-Of course- He said
John hesitaded and said quickly:
-Um... What's your opinion on gays?
Sherlock only shrugged:
-Obviously I have no problem with them.
-What do you mean obviously?
-John, once again you see but do not observe. I myself am homosexual and therefor can not have any ill feelings toward others that are in my sexuality.
-Okay... Well, I am too.
-Obviosly.
Sherlock glanced at John, then, slowly, he said:
-John, your nerves are really pointless seeing as we are in fact, as you put it best friends. You can, therefor, tell me any thing without fear of judgement.
-I like you- John admitted, closing his eyes.
Sherlock didn't reply only turned his head out the window. He had been expecting Johns confession and evn knew how he wantes to respond to it, but not in a taxi.
So he remained silent.