Is this really happening? thought Sherlock.

John leaned in...and hugged Sherlock. He began to quietly cry into Sherlock's shoulder. "Sherlock..." said John. "What the hell happened?"

Sherlock hugged John back awkwardly. "While I welcome the embrace, John," Sherlock started. "I don't think you're in the right state of mind for me to tell you the entire story truthfully." Foolish of me to think he would be leaning in to kiss me, Sherlock thought. I can't believe even after all this time that he still dulls my senses so much.

John had left the now-awkward embrace and looked at the consulting detective whom he had missed for so long. Sherlock got up from where they were sitting and proceeded towards his bedroom.

Should I let him drag me back into this? John thought. He was gone for over a year, and now he's just shown up out of nowhere. He seems a little different though...Sherlock but a little bit reserved.

John's thoughts were interrupted by a loud noise from the kitchen. Shaking his head, John watched Sherlock walk out of the kitchen as if he was gliding across the floor. Offering him a small wary smile, John observed Sherlock. Thinner than usual, Sherlock sat back down on the couch. John relaxed a little bit and smiled to himself. Maybe I simply imagined it. I doubt Sherlock is even capabale of changing, John thought, unaware that at the same moment, Sherlock was thinking to himself as well.

I didn't think it was possible, thought Sherlock. If it was anyone, it'd be John though.