Sherlock chuckles making my smile.
"I love you too." He slips out carelessly while laughing.
"Platonically, of course." He adds for good measure but seriously as if to ensure I'm not getting mixed signals.
I laugh, "I know, you idiot."
John POV
It's his toothy smile that makes me realize how much I'll miss him. How the days while drag and seconds will bleed into the next painfully slowly.
"John?" He raises his eyebrows.
"I don't want you to go." I look up at him sadly.
Sherlock remains quiet and then leaves the room. This may be too much for him, he doesn't understand these sort of things and what could—
My thoughts stop when he enters back into the lounge with his blanket around his body and one in his hand which he holds out for me to grab.
"What?"
"Well, I'm in shock." He gestures to himself. "I just had a panic attack. I think I deserve a stress blanket, don't you?"
"Of course." I say with a smile. "But what about me? Why do I need one?"
"You..." He trails off trying to find an excuse. "I didn't want you to feel left out. Grab it, John." He says impatiently.
We end up lying on the floor, our blankets overlapping and our heads facing the smiley face on the wall.
"There's only an hour until you give Mycroft the go ahead. If you have any questions, now would be the time." Sherlock declares.
"Why didn't you leave? You could've ran."
"Still can."
"Why don't you?"
Sherlock sighs, "You wouldn't run with me."
"Is it my fault you had that panic attack?"
Sherlock takes a moment to think. "No that was my own doing. I tried to bottle it all up but it got too much."
Sherlock POV
"It's sunrise, John." I say alerting John, although I'm sure he is already aware.
John remains quiet and I use this time to look out of the open window into the slowly lightening, yellow sky. I savour all the cars noises, the birds chirps and the brightness of the crescent moon in the sky. I'll miss this. I'll miss John. More than I can put into words.
John gets out his phone and texts Mycroft slowly. I don't ask him what he writes, I already know. He'll be waiting for a response and he'll be on his way, that is if he isn't already outside. God, I never had to worry about this part last time, I was knocked out. Now all i have to do i wait. At last I have John. that a luxury I didn't have last time. We wait by the door. I put on my coat and he puts on his. It's a shame he's not coming with me. I mean I wouldn't be right for him to be in there with me but it's still a sad sight.
Well if he's here I might as well use him. There's certain things I need to ask him to do.
"John, I need you to do a few things while I'm away. Firstly, I want a full drugs bust on this house and you should know that there'll be a few more than you expected though I never intended to use most of them. A large majority is just ones to keep you off the actual stuff. You may need Mycroft's help."
"Of course. What else?"
I can't see Mycroft when I'm in there. He'll only interfere and stop my recovery. I can have him bringing up the memories of the last time I went.
"I don't want Mycroft visiting me. Don't let him in."
"I won't. I promise. Anything more?"
"Make sure London's still standing when I get back." I say with a sad smile.
"It'll be waiting for you."