Bad Day Therapy
Sherlock huffed dramatically up the stairs to the flat. Bad days in his job were the worst. He'd been harangued (separately) by Lestrade, Donovan and a handful of interviewees. And, just to top it all off, Mycroft had called. Pushing all this to the back of his mind, he entered the flat. John was in the kitchen and walked out at the sound of the door. In two strides Sherlock covered the space and enveloped John in his arms.
"How was your day?" John asked when he could breathe again.
"Getting better."
