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John Watson was one of the few people Sherlock could really stand to the outside world, though a moron John was a genius, ordinary but extraordinary the man had just saved his life by shooting a cabbie on the first night they worked and lived together and from then on their bond as best friends was ceiled.
"Dinner?" The younger man asked "Starving" John replied smiling.
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In all honesty Sherlock forgot about his abilities through the six years of John's friendship, having John around was good, granted there was a never-ending stream of pointless girlfriends but they left quickly after being scared away .
John gave Sherlock what he needed without realising it, John's smile, his company, the way he made tea and complimented him after his deductions melted Sherlock's cold exterior "You alright, Sherlock? You spaced out there for a minute" "Hm? What, no I'm fine" Sherlock did find that John's protective and kind nature was not forced, he was trained caring Doctor who actually wanted to help, not just being paid or instructed to - Though Mycroft did try that at the beginning.
It was apparent that Sherlock loved or cared too deeply for his flatmate and best friend it couldn't be platonic however Sherlock had no clue how to actually bring up his feelings to John.
John was a man of emotions. Sherlock simply was not.
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