Like Tea in a Cup
John had often been asked the question about his relationship with Sherlock Holmes. He always said "best friend", but there was something more than that. Not quite up to that kind of relationship, yet more than best friends. He couldn't put his finger on the exact way to describe it.
Then, one morning, Mrs. Hudson was sipping tea from a beautiful antique cup that she had recovered and washed up from her mother's things. John watched as the tea adjusted to the cup's shape flawlessly; the cup holding it steadily. When the cup shook, the tea shook. When the cup tipped, the tea flowed to the edge. Whatever the cup did, the tea would always follow.
John imagined Sherlock as the cup, himself as the liquid. And he found his answer.
THE END