''You know why I'm here. I'm here because- Sherlock. My best friend. Sherlock Holmes. He's dead.'' said Watson to his therapist.
''It's about my best, my closer friend, Sherlock.'' he started in hushed voice ''He was in cries and just let himself go.'' he started talking louder, with tears in his voice ''I just want him to come back, but he'll never.'' he finally screamed when he burst into tears. Then, he left.
John decided to head to the supermarket, since Mrs Hudson emptied the fridge (a full human head, three right arms and a pair of toes) and, for the first time since he was at Sherlock's flat, he wasn't sure if it stills Sherlock's, he had place to transpose food. When he left to see his therapeutist, Mrs Hudson was still in the kitchen, cleaning blood.
With three well filled bags, Watson returned home. He wondered if this house was his, now that Holmes was gone. When he opened the door, he saw that the light in the drawing room, the one that he closed before going out, was open. ''It must be Mrs Hudson that opened it.''
Just as he walked through the door, a voice said ''Welcom home, my friend''. John dropped his bags. Sherlock, yes, Sherlock Holmes, his friend, the detective, was there. He was there. Sherlock rose with a smile and stood up just at inches of John. He could smell his breath. Sherlock could deduce what Watson ate this morning. John, speechless, tried to ask him ''W-Whe- How... H-How did you...'' but then, Sherlock hugged him. The hug was so thight, Watson could feel every bouton of his shirt. Then, he decided to lift his own head, he gazed into Sherlock's eyes. The were blue... No green... Really, his eyes changed colour too often, he couldn't say. After, he noticed that Holmes' face was close, so close to him. John couldn't retain this. He kissed Sherlock. On the lips. It was a tender kiss, soft, like a feather. Sherlock slowly retreated as John stroked his left cheekbone. ''I knew it'' said the detective, before showing a resplendent smile.
''-You knew what?
-That you were gay.
-Pft, what are you saying Sher-
-With this level of self-grooming, we can't deny it. Look at your hair!
-And you, Sherlock! Look at these curls abd this perfectly shaved chin, like if it isn't self grooming!
-I never said that I wasn't gay, my love.''
They kissed eachother another time, that was Sherlock's second kiss.