John walked into the flat...to find Sherlock laying exactly where he was laying 8 hours ago. "Sherlock!" John said loudly with a slight air of annoyance. "Have you even moved at all since I left this morning?"
Sherlock looked over at his flatmate, a look of surprise to see him there. "Has it been 8 hours already?" He questioned, stood up and stumbled. "What do you think I do all day while you're at work anyways?"
John held Sherlock steady and answered. "Well, I assumed you...do something...with your time. I don't know, Sherlock. Do you really just sit there waiting for me to come home?"
"Of course," Sherlock stated simply. "Unless there's a case, and if there is a case, you're usually here with me during the actual case-solving."
John looked at the younger man in a mixture of shock and surprise. "You sit here...and wait for me to get home all day?" His voice was soft and quiet.
Sherlock turned his face away, as if ashamed or embarrassed to let John see him. "I don't think that you fully understand, John," Sherlock began slowly. "I don't think you understand just how dependent I actually am on you. Without you, I probably wouldn't even eat as often as I do, and you know as well as I that I still don't meet your standards of healthy eating mannerisms. Based off of past experiences, I'd be back on some type of substance and more likely than not I'd be abusing it which wouldn't help me with eating. But with you here as a constant...rock in my life, John, I don't need them."
Sherlock ended his soliloquy and finally decided to take a glance at John's face. John was quiet, in shock and in awe. "Sherlock, do you really mean all that? Because I swear if you don't...I don't even know what I would do if you weren't serious."
"Obviously, I'm serious, John. I see no reason to not be serious about this...delicate topic," Sherlock ended lamely. "I would understand, of course, if you don't feel the same way that I do, and I will respect whatever your choice in the matter is, no matter how much it may hurt-"
John cut Sherlock off in the middle of his sentence with a kiss. Sherlock knew he had made the right choice with his blogger.