John let out a whoosh of air that Sherlock didn't think possible. Small man, small lungs.
"John. John, look at me." John did and Sherlock only saw his own panic reflected in the doctor's calm eyes. "Oh God, John. I'm sorry. I'm oh, so sorry about this." He closed his eyes as the tears broke him.
"Don't be." John's voice is soft and even, and soothing. "I've loved every minute of it."
"Me too." Sherlock lets out a shuddering breath and feels a tear fall from his chin. "And-and about us-about the future"
"Shhh" John's voice was almost a whisper and Sherlock's panic receded a bit. He did this too them.
"And don't you blame yourself." John's eyes looked into his knowingly. "I'm happy we're together this time." No sand coffin. No cement grave.
"I'd be lost without my blogger." Sherlock finally said.
"London will be lost without its consulting detective." John countered.
"At least the world will still have Mrs. Hudson." Sherlock's smile dies on his lips as John suddenly squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a long exhale. Sherlock feels his heart race.
Time!
They need more time!
How much time is left?
"Sherlock. You were bloody brilliant. You were fantastic; amazing." John is looking at him, staring straight into his eyes and Sherlock feels his lip tremble, "and you know what? So was I." Sherlock let a wide smile grace his face.
"How much time is left?" John's eyes left his and darted up before looking at the counter.
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