John sat stunned. "But you… I saw you fall. I saw you!"
"You only saw what you expected to see." Sherlock was lounging as though nothing had happened, lying lengthwise across the armchair. John took the one opposite.
"What I expected to—! I did not expect to see that, Sherlock! To see you…" John stopped at the memory of Sherlock on the rooftop. The image of his body falling ungracefully until it struck the pavement. John shuddered. His eyes stung with hot tears, but he fought them off. I'll be damned if he is going to see me cry over him.
Sherlock grabbed the violin from the side of the armchair, momentarily upset by the fine layer of dust that covered the instrument.
"But you couldn't have jumped. You're sitting right here in my flat!" John paused, "our flat."
Sherlock was cleaning his bow now, "Yes, obviously. Do try to keep up, John."
John stood ready for a fight. Sherlock arose as well. Whatever beating John was going to give him, Sherlock knew he deserved it. John advanced towards him swiftly, and Sherlock stiffened,. He felt John's contact, but not where he expected. The detective was still standing and his face was unscathed. He glanced down and saw John embracing him in a rather awkward hug due to the height difference.
"I missed you, you bloody bastard." the doctor near-sobbed.
Sherlock snaked his own arm around John, relishing the hug as opposed to the punch he had expected. John's pulse was racing, and he felt incredibly thin. Have I really affected him this much? Sherlock breathed him in. He still smelled of the same generic shampoo he'd used when they'd solved crimes together. He reveled in the scent of it, allowing it to pervade every cell of his body, and bring him back to the times before… well, before this."I missed you too, John." A moment passed, their arms still locked in the embrace, and then he continued, "I see you've been unable to sustain a relationship whilst I've been away."
"Oh, now you're just showing off."
"Of course, I'm a showoff. That's what we do."
John half-smiled, but he could feel the tears welling up again. He released Sherlock and straightened his jumper, resuming his army stance. "Yes, well, I'm glad to have you back." John glanced towards the curtains. Open. "Now people most definitely are going to talk."