John and Sherlock sat at their normal table at Angelo's. The doctor's left hand was itching to do something simple, common, but he held it back. He knew if he did, there would likely be disapproving glares directed their way and he didn't want to disrupt their night out.

Sherlock rolled his eyes and placed his right hand on the table, palm up. "Really, John. As if I care what people think."

With a smile, John reached out and took his boyfriend's hand, feeling a sudden freedom in the act. It was something heterosexual couples did all the time without even thinking about it.

Only one man shot a glare in their direction. They didn't notice, so caught up in each other were they.

Angelo noticed. He ensured the man's meal was so horrible he would never come back again. After all, he didn't want anything to upset his favourite couple.