"No" Sherlock announced as John walked up behind him.
"Sorry, what?" John asked quite confused.
"I said no" He said spinning around to face John. "I know what you've been hiding John, and you need to know that you don't have to hide around me, I love you and though your secrets may be hard to deal with I'm here and I want to help." He smiled showing every single one of his big, white teeth.
"I don't know what your talking about" Said John turning away so that Sherlock couldn't see how hard he was fighting back tears.
Sherlock walked over to John and stood in front of him so that he was in John's direct line of sight. "John, you know exactly what I'm talking about" he said sadly and took John's arm and began to roll up the sleeve. John protested but Sherlock was having none of it. He held out John's small tanned arm, then he turned it over revealing the small cuts all over his arm.
John lowered his head and began to cry. Realizing how hurt John was Sherlock quickly rolled down the sleeve and pulled him into a long hug. John buried his head into Sherlock's shoulder and Sherlock rubbed his back, whispering soothing words.
When John had finally stopped crying, the hug ended and they sat down so that John could explain why he had done what he had done.
When they had finished talking Sherlock promised that he would help John no matter how long it took.