"Sherlock, I love you," John mumbled in his sleep.

Sherlock lie awake for a few seconds; he didn't know how to reply. It didn't matter if he was awake saying it or not.

"I love you, too, John."

"What?"

"What."

"Did you say something?"

"Yes."

There was a silence.

"Wha- what did you say again?"

"You told me you had a taken liking to me."

"What?"

"Yes, that's what you said."

"But, you said something else."

"Yes."

"What'd you say?!"

"Goodnight, John."

"...Goodnight."

They both laid on their backs, and waited for a moment.

"Wh- SHERLOCK?! WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED?!"

But, the soft snoring coming from the Cheek-bone man was a sign he was sleeping. John decided not to disturb the beautiful dragon resting beside him.

After all, it didn't really bother him.