It was silly really the way Jim was carrying on. He'd been away from Sebastian for a month, hiding himself away after his great defeat of Sherlock Holmes. He'd waited until Sebastian was away before he headed to the apartment to pick up a few things before he left the country. Simple stuff, a few files really.
Jim entered his office quickly and found the files he wanted, then turned to leave. He froze as his eyes fell on his bookshelf. He blinked a few times and stepped up to it. He sniffed a little and with trebling fingers took a soft looking stuffed animal from the shelf.
It was stupid, really stupid. Sebastian and he had gone to the Fair which had come to town for one night when they had been up in Bristol. Jim had demanded they go on all of the rides until he felt sick. Then their eyes had fallen on it. A little rifle range. Sebastian insisted he had to have a go. Which he did. And failed at miserably. He had walked away grumbling about wonky sights and cheating fair owners while the stall owner shoved a consolation toy into Jim's hand. Jim had grimaced at it at first and just handed it to Sebastian. Sebastian had smiled softly and decided to keep it even though Jim had threatened him with torture if he did.
A few weeks later, he'd woken one morning to find Sebastian gone. He had been a little worried but he had headed to his study to check his e-mail to find the stuffed dog on his desk chair. Sebastian had pinned a note in its mouth letting him know where he'd gone. Jim had smiled gently and just put the cuddly toy on his shelves.
From then every time Sebastian had left without a word the dog would end up on Jim's chair with a note in its mouth. It had become a tradition.
For a moment he pressed his chin to it and then a kiss. He looked around and found a pen and paper. He scribbled a note and pinned it into the dogs mouth. With a long sigh he placed it his chair.
When Sebastian was ready, he'd come in here one day. He'd find the little stuffed dog and he would find the note. Jim closed the door behind him, leaving it all behind him. A beam of brilliant sunlight, the first London had had in days since Jim's 'death'. It illuminated the room and lit up the note.
On it were the simple words 'I love you'.