Sherlock sighed and paced the corridor. John walked in.
"You're late!" He wrinkled his nose, not losing track of the invisible oval that he stomped on.
"I'am not late," John pursed his lips and set his bag down before going to their kitchen to make tea.
Sherlock followed the sandy blonde like a puppy, "Then what are you? Early?"
John shook his head, turned on the heel of his foot to face the curly headed man. "You, are a sad, strange little man. And you have my pitty." John teasingly pulled Sherlock's scarf over his face and went back to fixing his drink.
Sherlock made the noise of a dying walrus and flailed his arms wildly. He was always quite the drama queen.
"Johhnnnnnnn." He wrapped his arms around John.
"What?!" Now annoyed, he sighed.
"JohnIloveyou." He buried his face obnoxiously in the shorter mans neck.
"S-Sherlock?" John flushed, too surprised to push him off."You don't love anyone."
Sherlock's head flew up then have John a kiss on the cheek. "John! You're absolutely right! I don't love anyone! I hate them all! Everyone but you!"
