"I love you." Sherlock said, plainly.
"No. You don't. And it's fine. you don't have to say that." Lestrade paced back and forth in front of Sherlock seated in his chair.
"Our working relationship won't change. We can just forget last night ever happened and carry on… like all good Brits do."
"What?" Sherlock was confused. That was not the reaction he expected. He thought he had accounted for every variable but there was always something.
Lestrade scrubbed a hand through his hair, causing it to stand on end. "Never mind. Look, I have to get back to work so if there's nothing else?"
Sherlock squinted at the older man. Best to retreat for now. "No… That was all I had to say."
Lestrade turned the left the flat.
Sherlock shook his head. That did not go as he planned at all. He needed to reconsider the situation and plot his course accordingly. Surely Lestrade was just trying to save face.
He did kiss Sherlock soundly the night before, right after confessing he'd long harbored romantic feelings towards the detective. Then the DI had thrown up and stumbled into a cab, leaving Sherlock standing on the pavement alone, confused, thoughtful and surprisingly aroused.
